O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;

That makes me, reasonless, to reason thrs? Acd hath so humbled me, as, I confess,

She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love ;-There is no woc to his correction,

That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!

Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, Now, no discourse, except it be of love ;

Bears no impression of the thing it was. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, Methinks, my zeal for Valentine is cold; Upon the very naked name of love.

And that I love him not, as I was wont: Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye: O! but I love his lady too, too much ; Was this the idol that you worship so ?

And that's the reason I love him so little. Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? How shall I dote on her with more advice, Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. That thus without advice begin to love her: Val. Call her divine.

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, Pro. I will not flatter her.

And that hath dazzled my reason's light; Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. But when I look on her perfections,

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; There is no reason but I shall be blind. And I must minister the like to you.

If I can check my erring love, I will; Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. {exit. Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the carth.

Enter Speed and Launce. Pro. Except my mistress.

Speed. Launce ! by mine honesty, welcome to Val. Sweet, except not any;

Milan. Except thou wilt except against my love.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? I am not welcome. I reckon this always—that

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too : a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor She shall be dignified with this high honour,- welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, To bear my lady's train : lest the base earth and the hostess say, welcome. Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the aleAnd, of so great a favour growing proud,

house with you presently; where, for one shot of Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. And make rough winter everlastingly.

But, sirrah, how did your master part with Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? madam Julia ?

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they To her, whose worth makes other worthies no- parted very fairly in jest. She is alone.

[thing : Speed. But shall she marry him ? Pro. Then let her alone.

Laun. No.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Speed. How then ? shall he marry her!
And I as rich in having such a jewel, [own;

Laun. No, neither.
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, Speed. What, are they broken?
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,

Speed. Why then, huw stands the matter with Because thou seest me dot upon my love.

them? My foolish rival, that her father likes,

Laun. Marry, thus ; when it stands well with Only for his possessions are so huge,

him, it stands well with her.

[thee not. Is gone with her along; and I must after,

Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst Pro. But she loves you?

not? My staff understands me. Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd;

Speed. What thou say'st ? Nay, more, our marriage hour,

Laun. Ay, and what I do, too: look thee, I'll With all the canning manner of our Aight, but lean, and my staff understands me. Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. The ladder made of cords; and all the means Laun. Why, stand under and understand is Plotted and 'greed on, for my happiness. Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if bo Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth : say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say na I must unto the road, to disembark

thing, it will Some necessarics that I needs must use;

Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. And then I'll presently attend you.

Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from Val. Will you make haste ?

me, but by a parable. Pro. I will.

(exit Val. Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launc, Even as one heat another heat expels,

how say'st thou, that my master is hecome a noi Or as one nail by strength drives out another, able lover? So the remembrance of my former love

Laun. I never knew him otherwise. ls by a newer object quite forgotten.

Speed. Than hot? ls it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,

Laun. A notable labber, as thou reportunt him Her true perfection, or my false transgression,

to be.

all one.






Spced. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest | Who art the table, wherein all my thoughts

Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,— Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee: I meant To lesson me: and tell me some good mean, lly inaster.

How, with my honour, I may undertake Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot | A journey to my loving Proteus. lover.

Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me. To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; to the alehouse, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, Much less shall she, that bath love's wings to fly; a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. And when the flight is made to one so dear, Speed. Why?

Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. in thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian : Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's wilt thou go?

food ? Speed. At thy service.

[ereunt. Pity the dearth that I have pined in
AN APARTMENT IN THE By longing for that food so long a time.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Enter Proteus.

Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; As seek to quench the fire of love with words. To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my But qualify the fire's extreme rage, oath,

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more i: Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear:

burns ; O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast sinn'd, The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently dotb At first I did adore a twinkling star,

rage ; But now I worship a celestial sun.

But, when bis fair course is not hindered,
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones,
And he wants wit, that wants resolved will Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
To learn his wit to change from bad for better. He overtaketh in bis pilgrimage;
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, And so by many winding nooks he strays,
Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
With twenty-thousand soul-confirming oaths. Then let me go, and hinder not my course :
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do ;

I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,
But there I leave to love, where I should love And make a pastime of each weary step,
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :

Till the last step have brought me to my love;
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,'
If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,

A blessed soul doth in Elysium. For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.

Luc. But in what habit will you go along? I to myself am dearer than a friend,

Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent For love is still more precious in itself:

The loose encounters of lascivious men: And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair ! Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

As may beseem some well-reputed page. [hair. I will forget that Julia is alive,

Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut youi Rememb’ring that my love to her is dead;

Jul. No, girl ; I'll knit it up in silken strings, And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,

With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : Aimning at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

To be fantastic may become a youth I cannot now prove constant to myself,

Of greater time than I shall show to be. Without some treachery us'd to Valentine:

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your This night he mcaneth with a corded ladder


[lord, To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window; Jul. That fits as well, as — tell me, good my Myself in counsel, his competitor ::

What compass will you wear your farthingale? Now presently I'll give her father notice

Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Of their disguising, and pretended flight ;

Luc. You must needs have them with a codWho, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;

piece, madam. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter : Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, Luc. A round bose, madam, now's not worth By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. a pin, Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! (exit. Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have SCENE V::. VERONA. A ROOM IN JULIA'S HOUSE. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: Enter Julia and Lucetta.

But telline, wench, how will the world reputeme, di Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl, assist me! For undertaking so unstaid a journey? And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,- I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.

Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and His tears, pure messengers sent from his beart; Ju. Nay, that I will not.

[go not. His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come If Proteus like your journey, when you come,

to him!

(wrong, No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not thor I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. To bear a hard opinion of his truth;

Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : Ouly deserve my love, by loving him; A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,

And presently go with me to my chamber, and instances as infinite of love,

To take a note of what I stand in need of, Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.

To furnish me upon my longing journey. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. All that is mine I leave to thy dispose,

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! | My goods, my lands, my reputation; But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth; Only in lieu thereof, despatch me hence : His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; Come, answer not, but do it presently ; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; I am impatient of my tarriance. (exeunt.

SCENE I. MILAN. AN ANTI-ROOM IN THE But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,

That my discovery be not aim'd at;
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
We have some secrets to confer about.-

Duke. Upon mine bonour, he shall never know

(erit Thurio. That I had any light from thee of this. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming, Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would

[erit. discover,

Enter Valentine. The law of friendship bids me to conceal :

Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger Done to me, undeserving as I am,

That stays to bear my letters to my friends, My duty pricks me on to utter that, [me. And I am going to deliver them. Which else no worldly good should draw from Duke. Be they of much import? Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, Val. The tenor of them doth but signify This night intends to steal away your daughter ; My health, and happy being at your court. Myself am one made privy to the plot.

Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me I know, you have determin'd to bestow her

awhile; On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; I am to break with thee of swine affairs, And should she thus be stolen away from you, That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. It would be much vexation to your age.

'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose

To match my friend, Sir Thurio, to my daughter. To cross my friend in his intended drift,

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the Than, by concealing it, heap on your head


(mas A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentle Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. (care; Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: Which to requite, command me while I live. Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? (ward, This love of theirs myself have often seen,

Duke. No, trust me ; she is pcevish, sullen, from
Haply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep; Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty :
And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid

Neither regarding that she is my child,
Sir Valentine her company, and my court: Nor fearing me as if I were her father ;
But, fearing lest my jealous aim might err, And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man,

Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,) And, where I thought the remnant of mine ags I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find

Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. I now am full resolv'd to take a wife, And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, And turn her out to who will take her '2; Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ; I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

For me and my possessions she esteems not The key whereof myself have ever kept;

Val. What would your grace have me to do And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

in this ? Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, How he her chamber-window will ascend, (mean Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy, And with a corded ladder fetch her down; And nought esteems my aged eloquence : For which the youthful lover now is gone, Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, And this way comes he with it presently; (For long agone I have forgot to court: Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. I Besides, the fashion of the time is chargʻd;)

How, and which way, I may bestow myself, What's herc?
To be regarded in her suu-bright eye. (words; Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not | 'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. -Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, (mind. Why, Phaeton, (for thou art Merops' s011,) More than quick words, do move a woman's Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent And with thy daring folly burn the world ? her.

[tents her, Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con-| Go, base intruder! over-weeniny slave ! Send her another; never give her o'er;

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. And think, my patience, more than thy desert, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

Is privilege for thy departure hence : But rather to beget more love in you :

Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;

Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. For why, the fools are inad, if left alone.

But if thou linger in my territories, Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;

Longer than swiftest expedition For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: Will give thee time to leave our royal court, Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ; By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. I ever bore my daughter, or thyself. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. But as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her

[exit Duke. Unto a youthful gentleman of worth; [friends Val. And why not death, rather than living And kept severely from resort of men,

To die, is to be banish'd from myself? (torment? That no man bath access by day to her.

And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Is self from self; a deadly banishment: Duhe. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? kept safe,

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by; That no man hath recourse to her by night. (dow? Unless it be to think that she is by,

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win- And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Except I be by Silvia in the night, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it

There is no music in the nightingale;
Without apparent hazard of his lite. (cords, Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of There is no day for me to look upon :
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, She is my essence: and I leave to be,
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, If I be not by her fair influence
So bold Leander would adventure it.

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Advise me, where I may have such a ladder. Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
me that.

Enter Proteus and Launce. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. That longs for every thing that he can come by.

Laun. So-ho! 80-ho! Val. By seven o'clock, I'll get you such a ladder. Pro. What seest thou?

Duke. But hark thee; I will go to her alone ; Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a kals How shall I best convey the ladder thither? on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may

Pro. Valentine ?
Under a cloak, that is of any length. (bear it Val. No.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the Pro. Who then? bis spirit?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

(turn? Val. Neither, Duke. Then let me see thy cloak;

Pro. What then? I'll get me one of such another length.

Val. Nothing Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I lord.

(cloak — Pro. Whom would'st thou strike? (strike? Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a

Laun. Nothing.
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me, [Silvia. Pro. Villain, forbear.

[yon, What letter is this same? What's here?_TO Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: friend Valentine, I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [reads.

a word.


Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;

So much of bad already hath possess'd them. And slaves they are to me, that send them fying: O, could their master come and go as lightly,

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mino,
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,

Val. Is Silvia dead?
While I, their king, that thither them impórtune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath blaas'd them, Pro. No, Valentine.
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:

Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Sivialno
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord should be. Hath sbe forsworn ine?

Pro. No, Valentine.

[me!- carry; therefore, is she better than a jade. Itein, Val. No Valentine, if Silvia hath forsworn she can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maia What is your news?

(vanish'd. { with clean bands. Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are

Enter Speed. Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news; Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what neiro From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. with your mastership?

Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, Laun. With my master's ship? why it is at sea. And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

Speed. Well, your old vice still ; mistake the Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ?

word: what news then in your paper ? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom, Laun. The blackest news that cver thou heard'sta (Which, unrevers’d, stands in effectual force) Speed. Why, man, how black ? A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears : Laun. Wby, as black as ink. Those at her father's churlisb feet she tender'd; Speed. Let me read them. With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Laun. Fie ou thee, jolt-head; thou canst Bot Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became read. As if but now they waxed pale for woe: [them, Speed. Thou liest, I can. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Laun. I will try thee : tell me this: who begot Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears, thee? Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,

thy grandmother: this proves, that thou canst When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

not read. That to close prison he commanded her,

Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy parer. With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Laun. There ; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed! Val. No more ; unless the next word, that Speed. Imprimis, She can milk. thou speak'st,

Laun. Ay, that she can. Have some malignant power upon my life :

Speed. Item, She brews good ale. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, — BlessAs ending anthem of my endless dolour. [help, ing of your heart, you brew good ale.

Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not Speed. Item, She can sew. And study help for that which thou lament'st. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so ? Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Speed. Item, She can knit. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Laun. What need a man care for a stock with Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. And manage it against despairing thoughts.

Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; be washed and scoured. Wbich, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Speed. Item, She can spin. Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, The time now serves not to expostulate:

when she can spin for her living. Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues ; Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :

that, indeed, know not their fathers, and thereAs thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, fore have no names. Regard thy danger, and along with me. [boy, Speed. Here follow her vices.

Val I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Bid him make haste, and mect me at the north Speed. Item, She is not to be kiss'd fasting, in gate.

(tine. respect of her breath. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. -Come, Valen- Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine ! breakfast: read on.

(exeunt Val. and Pro. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. have the wit to think, my master is a kind of Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. knave : but that's all one, if he be but one knave. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not He lives pot now, that knows me to be in love: in her talk. yet I am in love: but a team of horse shall not Speed. Item, She is slow in words. pluck that from me: nor who 'tis I love, and yet Laun. O villain, that set this down among her 'tis a woman : but that woman, I will not tell vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet 'tis not a virtue: I pray thee, out with't: and place it for maid, for she hath had gossips : yet 'tis a maid, her chief virtue. for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. Speed. Item, She is proud. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel, Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, which is much in a bare Christian. Here is the and cannot be taken from her. cat-log (pulling out a paper) of her conditions." Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. [love crusts. Imprimis

, she can fetch and carry. Why, a horse Laun. I care not for that neither, because I ali do no more, nay,a horse cannot fetch, but only Speed. Item, She is cursk.

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