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Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee? I now am full resolved to take a wife,

Go, base intruder ! over-weening slave! And turn her out to who will take her in :

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ; Then let her beauty be her wedding dower; And think, my patience, more than thy desert, For me and my possessions she esteems not. Is privilege for thy departure hence:

Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? Thank me for this, more than for all the favors, Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy,

But if thou linger in my territories, And nought esteems my aged eloquence:

Longer than swiftest expedition Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, Will give thee time to leave our royal court, (For long agone I have forgot to court:

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd;) I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. How, and which way, I may bestow myself, Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;

(Exit Duke. Dumb jewels orten, in their silent kind,

Val. And why not death rather than live in torMore than quick words, do move a woman's

ment! mind.

To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best Is self from self; a deadly banishment! contents her:

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? Send her another; never give her o'er;

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ? For scorn at first makes after-love the more. Unless it be to think that she is by, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
But rather to beget more love in you:

Except I be by Silvia in the night,
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ; There is no music in the nightingale;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

There is no day for me to look upon:
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away : She is my essence; and I leave to be,
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces : If I be not by her fair influence
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.

That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
*If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;
And kept severely from resort of men,

That no man hath access by day to her.

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys Pro. What seest thou ? kept safe,

Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair
That no man hath recourse to her by night. on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Pro. Valentine?

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Val. No.
And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Pro. Who then? his spirit?
Without apparent hazard of his life.

Val. Neither.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, Pro. What then?
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

Val. Nothing.
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike! So bold Leander would adventure it.

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?'
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Laun. Nothing.
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

Pro. Villain, forbear. Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell me Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,that.

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,

word. That longs for everything that he can come by. Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. news,
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; So much

of bad already hath possess'd them. How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it | For they are harsh, untunable, and bad." Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Val. Is Silvia dead! Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Pro. No, Valentine. Val. Ay, my good lord.

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak; Hath she forsworn me? I'll get me one of such another length.

Pro. No, Valentine. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworm me!

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? What is your news? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.-. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are What letter is this same? What's here!-- To Silvia. banishi’d. And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news; I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. (Reads. From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend. My thoughts do harbor with my Silvia nightly ;

Val o, I have fed upon this woe already, And slaves they are to me, that send them fying: Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?

And now excess of it will make me surfeit. o, could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would loilge where senseless they are (which, unrevers’d, stands in eflectual force,

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom, lying. My herald thoughts in thy pere bosom rest them; those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: While I, their king, that thither them importune; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became

blessed them, Because myself do want my servants fortune: As if but now they waxed pale for woe:

them, I curse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbor where their lord should be. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, What's here?

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee :

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. "Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Besides, her intercession chafd him so, Why, Phaëton, (for thou art Merops' son)

When she for thy repeal was suppliant, Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, That to close prison he commanded her, And with thy daring folly burn the world? With many bítter threats of 'biding there.

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Val. No more; unless the next word that thou Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fusting, in speak'st

respect of her breuth. Have some malignant power upon my life: Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

breakfast: read on. As ending anthem of my endless dolor.

Speed. Itein, She hath a sweet mouth. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. And study help for that which thou lament'st. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good,

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; in her talk. Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.

Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Laun. O villain, that set this down among her And manage it against despairing thoughts. vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence: virtue: I pray thee, out with t; and place it for her Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

chief virtue. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

Speed. Item, She is proud. The time now serves not to expostulate :

Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; and cannot be ta'en from her. And, ere 1 part with thee, confer at large,

Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. Of all that may concern thy love affairs :

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,

crusts. Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Speed. Item, She is curst.: Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Şpeed. Item, She will oflen praise her liquor,

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine! will not. I will; for good things should be praised.

(Ereunt ValESTINE and PROTEUS. Speed. Item, She is too liberal. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have Laun. Of her longue she cannot; for that's writ the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not; but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in may, and that I cannot help. Well, proceed. love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from Speed. Item, She hath niore hair than wit, and me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but more faults than hairs, and more wealth than what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a faults. milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had Laun. Stop there; I'll have her : she was mine, gossips: yet'tis a maid, for she is her master's and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: maid, and serves for wages. She hath more quali- rehearse that once more. ties than a water spaniel,— which is much in a Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, bare Christian. Here is the cat-log (pulling out a

Laun. More hair than wit, - it may be ; I'N paper) of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a Therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater she better than a jade. Item, she can milk; look hides the less. What's next? you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Speed. And more faults than hairs,

Laun. That's monstrous:0, that that were out! Enter SPEED.

Speed. And more wealth than faults. Speed. How, now, signior Launce? what news Laun. Why, that word makes the faults grawith your mastership?

cious : Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at nothing is impossible, sea.

Speed. What then? Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the Luun. Why, then I will tell thee, -that thy word: What news then in your paper!

master stays for thee at the north gate. Laun. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'st. Speed. For me? Speed. Why, man, how black?

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath Laun. Why, as black as ink.

staid for a better man than thee. Speed. Let me read them.

Speed. And must I go to him ? Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read. Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast Speed. Thou liest, I can.

staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'pox of thee?

your love-letters!

[Erit. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Laun. ( illiterate loiterer! it was the son of letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust him. thy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not self into secrets ! — I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's read.


[Erit. Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper. SCENE II. - The same. A room in the Duke's Laun. There; and Saint Nicholasa be thy speed!

Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.
Laun. Ay, that she can.

Enter Dukk anıl Thur10; Proteus behind. Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,- Bless

you, ing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Speed. Item, She can sew.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Speed. Item, She can knit.

That I am desperate of obtaining her. Laun. What need a man care for a stock with Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure a wench, when she can knit him a stock?

Trenched in ice; which with an hour's heat Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

Dissolves to water and doth lose his form. Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, be washed and scoured.

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Speed. Item, She can spin.

How now, sir Proteus ? Is your country man, Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels According to our proclamation, gone ? when she can spin for her living.

Pro. Gone, my good lord. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard vir- Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. tues: that, indeed, know not their fathers, and Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so. therefore have no names.

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee Speed. Here follow her vices.

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.

Makes me the better to confer with thee. 3 St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.

Proward. Licntious in language. Cat.

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect where you with Silvia may conter at large;
The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
Pro. I do, my lord.

And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, How she opposes her against my will.

To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Pro. As much as I can do, I will ellect:

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; What might we do to make the girl forget

You must lay lime, to tangle her desires, The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio ? By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Should be full fraught with serviceable vows. With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Duke. Ay,much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Three things that women highly hold in hate. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty

Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart : Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

That may discover such integrity: Duke. Then you must undertake to slander For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; him.

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, P10. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Especially, against his very friend.

After your dire lamenting elegies, Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Visit by night your lady's chamber-window him,

With some sweet concert: to their instruments Your slander never can endamage him ;

Tune a deploring dump;: the night's dead silence Therefore the office is indifferent,

Will well become such sweet complaining grievBeing entreated to it by your friend.

ance. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, This, or else nothing, will inherit her. By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,

Duke. This disciplines hows thou hast been in She shall not long continue love to him.

love. But. say this weed her love from Valentine,

Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice. It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Let us into the city presently Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

To sort: some gentlemen well skill'd in music: You must provide to bottom it on me :

I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, Which must be done, by praising me as much To give the onset to thy good advice. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke. About it, gentlemen. Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper: kind;

And afterward determine our proceedings. Because we know, on Valentine's report,

Duke. Even now about it: will pardon you. You are already love's firm votary,



SCENE I.-- A Forest near Mantua. But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
Enter certain Out-laws.

Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so: 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast ; I see a passenger. But were you banish'd for so small a fault? 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. with 'em.

1 Out. Have you the tongues?: Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy;

Or else I often had been miserable. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, about you;

This fellow were a king for our wild faction. If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

2 Out. We'll have him : sirs, a word. Speel. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains

Speed, Master, be one of them; That all the travelers do fear so much.

It is an honorable kind of thievery. Val. My friends

Val. Peace, villain! i Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Tell us this: have you anything to take 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

to ? 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;

Val. Nothing, but my fortune. For he's a proper man.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Val. Then know that I have little wealth to lose; such as the fury of ungoverned youth A man I am, cross'd with adversity :

Thrust from the company of awful' men • My riches are these poor habiliments,

Myself was from Verona banished, of which if you should here disfurnish me, For practising to steal away a lady, You take the sum and substance that I have. An heir, and pear allied unto the duke. 2 Out. Whither travel you?

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Val. To Verona.

Whom, in my mood," I stabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. Whence came you?

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. Val. From Milan.

But to the purpose, — (for we cite our faults, 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

That they may hold excus d our lawless lives,) Vah. Some sixteen months; and longer might And, partly, seeing you are beautified bave staid,

With goodly shape ; and by your own report If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

A linguist; and a man of such perfection, 1 Out. What, were you banish'd thence ? As we do in our quality much want;Val. I was.

2. Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man 2 Out. For what offense ?

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: Are you content to be our general ?"
I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent;

Birdlime. • Mournful elegy. . Choose out. . Well-looking.

Languages. Lawful. Anger, resentment.

Sheetw its home with my colsehend to my friend:

To make a virtue of necessity,

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. And live, as we do, in this wilderness?

Host. Why, my pretty youth? 3 Out. What say'st thou ! wilt thou be of our Jul. He plays false, father. consort!

Host. How ? out of tune on the strings? Say, ay, and be the captain of us all :

Jul. Not so ; but yet so false that he grieves my We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,

very heart-strings. Love thee as our commander, and our king.

Host. You have a quick ear. 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me 2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have have a slow heart. offer'd.

Host. I perceive you delight not in music.
Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
Provided that you do no outrages

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! On silly women, or poor passengers.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Host. You would have them always play but Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, one thing ? And show thee all the treasure we have got ;

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on,

(Exeunt. often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, SCENE II.- Milan. Court of the Palace.

he loved her out of all nicks Enter PROTEUS.

Jul. Where is Launce !

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, by his master's command, he must carry for a And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the color of commending him,

present to his lady.

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. I have access my own love to prefer :

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

Thu. Where meet we? When I protest true loyalty to her,

Pro. At saint Gregory's well.

Thu. Farewell. When to beauty my vows,

[Exeunt Tuur 10 and Musicians. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov’d:

Silvia appears above, at her window. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen : The more it grows and fawneth on her still. Who is that, that spake? But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth, And give some evening music to her ear.

You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Enter THURIO and Musicians.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Thu. How now, sir Proteus, are you crept

Sil. What is your will ? before us ?


That I may compass yours. Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for you know, that love Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,Will creep in service where it cannot go.

That presently you hie you home to bed. Thu. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man ! Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, Thu. Whom? Silvia ?

To be seduced by thy flattery, Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Return, return, and make thy love amends. Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

For me, - by this pale queen of night I swear,

I am so far from granting thy request, Enter Hosr, at a distance ; and Julia in boy's That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; clothes.

And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. allycholly ; I pray you, why is it?

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. But she is dead. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: l'll bring Jul.

'Twere false, if I should speak it ; you where you shall hear music, and see the gen. For I am sure she is not buried.

[ Asile. ileman that you ask'd for.

Sil. Say that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness, Host. Ay, that you shall.

I am betrothed: And art thou not asham'd Jul. That will be music.

(Music plays. To wrong him with thy importúnacy! Host. Hark! hark !

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Jul. Is he among these ?

Sil. And so, suppose, am l; for in his grave Host. Ay, but peace, let's hear 'em.

Assure thyself my love is buried.

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; Who is Silvia? What is she?

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine.
That all our stains commend her ?

Jul. He heard not that.

| Aside. Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, The heavens such grace did lend her, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, That she might admired be.

The picture that is hanging in your chamber;

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Is she kind, as she is fair ??

For, since the substance of your perfect self
For beauty lives with kindness :
Love doth to her eyes repair,

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;

And to your shadow, I will make true love.
To help him of his blindness ;

Jul. If iwere a substance, you would, sure, deAnd, being help'd, inhabits there.

ceive it, Then to Silvia let us sing,

And make it but a shadow, as I am. [.Aside. That Silvia is excelling;

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; She excels each mortal thing,

But, since your falsehood shall become you well Upon the dull earth dwelling;

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, To her let us garlands bring.

Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it:

And so good rest. Host. How now ? are you sadder than you were Pro.

As wretches have o'er night, before?

That wait for execution in the morn. How do you, man ? the music likes you not.

[Excunt PROTEUS, and silvia from above. • Passionate reproaches.

• Beyond all reckoning.


Jul. Host, will you go!

dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep. (bless the mark!) a pissing while; but all the chamJitl. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus ?

ber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one; What Host. Marry, at my house : Trust me, I think cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says the 'lis almost day.

third; Hung him up, says the duke. I, having Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was That e'er I watch’d, and the most heaviest. [ Exeunt. Crabs; and goes me to the fellow that whips the SCENE III.- The same.

. 9.

Ay, marry, do quoth he. You do him the more Enler Eglamour.

wrong, quoth l; 'twas I did the thing you wot of.

He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia the chamber. How many masters would do this Entreated me to call and know her mind;

for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sut There's some great matter she'd employ me in. in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwiso Madam, madam!

he had been executed : I have stood on the pillory Silvia appears above, at her window.

for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered

for 't: thou think'st not of this now !- Nay, I Sil. Who calls ?

reinember the trick you served me, when I look Egl.

Your servant, and your friend; my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still One that attends your ladyship's command. mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou sce Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-mor- me heave up my leg, and make water against a

gentlewoman's farthingale! didst thou ever see me
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. do such a trick?
According to your lady ship's impose,'
I am thus early come, to know what service

Enter Proteus and Julja.
It is your pleasure to command ine in.
Sil. o Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,

Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, (Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not,)

And will employ thee in some service presently. Valiant, wise, remorseful,. well accomplish'd.

Jul. In what you please; I will do what I can. Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will

Pro. I hope thou wilt.— How now, you whoreI bear unto the banish'd Valentine;

son peasant ?

(TO LAUNCE. Nor how my father would enforce me marry

Where have you been these two days loitering? Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr’d.

Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the Thyself hast lov’d; and I have heard thee say,

dog you bade me. No grief did ever come so near thy heart,

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel?

Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; As when thy lady and thy true love died, Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.

and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for

such a present. Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine, To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

Pro. But she received my dog? And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have i i do desire thy worthy company,

brought him back again. Upon whose faith and honor I repose.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,

Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen from But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;

me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: And on the justice of my flying hence,

and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as To keep me from a most unholy match,

big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues. Or ne'er return again into my sight.

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, I do desire thee, even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands

Away, I say: stay'st thou to vex me here? To bear me company, and go with me:

A slave, that, still an end, lurns me to shame. If not, to hide what I have said to thee,

(Exil LAUNCE. That I may venture to depart alone.

Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances :

Partly, that I have need of such a youth, Which since I know they virtuously are plac'd,

That can with some discretion do my business, I give consent to go along with you;

For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt; Recking' as little what betideth me,

But, chiefly, for thy face and thy behavior; As much I wish all good befortune you.

Which (if my augury deceive me not) When will you go?

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: Sil. This evening coming.

Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee. Egl. Where shall I meet you?

Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
At friar Patrick's cell, She Yoved me well, deliverd it to me.

Deliver it to madam Silvia :
Where I intend holy confession.
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:

Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her

token : Good-morrow, gentle lady. Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt. She's dead, belike.


Not so; I think, she lives.
SCENE IV.- The same.

Jul. Alas!
Enter Launce, with his dog.

Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas?

Jul. I cannot choose but pity her. When a man's servant shall play the cur with Pro. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? nim, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov'd you as well of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning when As you do love your lady Silvia; three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went She dreams on him, that has forgot her love; to it! I have taught him - even as one would say You dote on her, that cares not for your love. precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent 'Tis pity, love should be so contrary; to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from And thinking on it makes me cry, alas! my master; and I came no sooner into the dining- Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals This letter; – That's her chamber.- Tell my lady her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing when a cur I claim the promise for her heavenly

picture. cannot keep himself in all companies! I would Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, have, as one should say, one that takes upon him Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. to be a dos indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all

[Exit PROTEUS. things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take Jul. How many women would do such a message? a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd been hanged for 't: sure as I live, he had suffered A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs: for it: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him into the company of three or four gentleman-like That with his very heart despiseth me! • Holy dame, blessed lady. * Injunction, command.

Because he loves her, he despiseth me; • Compassionate. Caring.


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