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Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.-Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,) Makes me the better to confer with thee.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Let me not live to look upon your grace.
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers go. What might we do, to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Tis an ill office for a gentleman; Especially, against his very friend.
Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Your slander never can endamage him; Therefore the office is indifferent, Being entreated to it by your friend.
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord if I can do it,
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,
Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this
And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
For Orphens' lute was strung with poets' sinews;
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music :
To give the onset to thy good advice.
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper:
1 Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you;
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.
Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains That all the travellers do fear so much. Val. My friends,
1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;
For he's a proper man.
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; A man I am, crossed with adversity: My riches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out. Whither travel you?
Val. To Verona.
1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan.
3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
1 Out. What, were you hanish'd thence? Val. I was.
2 Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse: I kill'd a man, whose death I much repent; But yet I slew him manfully in fight, Without false vantage, or base treachery.
1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so : But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues?
Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable.
3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. 1 Out. We'll have him; sirs, a word. Speed.
Master, be one of them; It is an honourable kind of thievery.
Val. Peace, villain!
2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing, but my fortune.
3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth Thrust from the company of awful men: Myself was from Verona banished, For practising to steal away a lady, An heir, and near allied unto the duke.
2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart. 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose,-(for we cite our faults, That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,) And, partly, seeing you are beautified With goodly shape; and by your own report A linguist; and a man of such perfection, As we do in our quality much want;—
2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you: Are you content to be our general? To make a virtue of necessity, And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
3 Out. What say'st thou wilt thou be of our Say, ay, and be the captain of us all: We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, Love thee as our commander, and our king.
1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thon diest
SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace.
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
Enter THURIO and Musicians.
Thu. How now, sir Proteus? are you crept before us?
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Will creep in service where it cannot go.
Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Thu. Whom? Silvia?
Pro. Ay, Silvia,-for your sake. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile. Enter Host, at a distance; and JULIA, in boy's clothes.
Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it?
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you ask'd for.
Jul. But shall I hear him speak?
Jul. That will be music.
Host. Hark! hark!
Jul. Is he among these?
Host. Ay; but peace, let's hear 'em.
Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
The heavens such grace did lend her,
For beauty lives with kindness:
To help him of his blindness;
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
Host. How now? are you sadder than you were
How do you, man? the music likes you not.
Jul. He plays false, father
Host. How? out of tune on the strings? Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Host. You have a quick ear.
Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow heart.
Host. I perceive, you delight not in music.
Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. [thing" Host. You would have them always play but one Jul. I would always have one play but one thing But, host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, he loved her out of all nick.
Jul. Where is Launce?
Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. Thu. Where meet we?
Pro. At saint Gregory's well. Thu. Farewell. (Exeunt Thurio and Musicians Silvia appears above, at her window. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship. Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen; Who is that, that spake?
Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth. You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Sil. What is your will?
That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows?
Jul. "Twere false, if I should speak it;
Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, I am betroth'd: and art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy? Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. Sil. And so, suppose am I; for in his grave, 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 hers theuce. Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine. Jul. He heard not that.
Jul. Host, will you go?
Host. By my hallidom, I was fast asleep.
Jul. Not so; but it hath been the longest night
Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia
SILVIA appears above, at her window.
I am thus early come, to know what service
Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues.
As fall of sorrows as the sea of sands,
That I may venture to depart alone.
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;
Which since I know they virtuously are placed,
As much I wish all good befortune you.
This evening coming.
Egl. Where shall I meet you?
had been hanged for't; sure as I live he had suffered for't you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog, says one, What cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says the third; Hang him up, says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat on the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick you served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When did'st thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick?
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please;-I will do what I can. Pro. I hope thou wilt.-How now, you whoreson peasant? (To Launce.) Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir, I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me.
Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a Pro. But she received my dog? [present. Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again.
Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay sir; the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the market-place: and then I offered her mine own; who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.
Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again,
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
At friar Patrick's cell, Which (if my augury deceive me not)
Where I intend holy confession.
Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. (Exeunt.)
Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.
Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:
Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas?
Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal
Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.[Ex. Pro.
Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd Delivered you a paper that I should not; This is the letter to your ladyship.
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. Sil. There, hold
I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know they are stuff'd with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As easily as I do tear his paper.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me; For, I have heard him say a thousand times, His Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring, Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
Jul. She thanks you.
Sil. What say'st thou?
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. Sil. Dost thou know her?
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes, I do protest, That I have wept an hundred several times. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of Sil. Is she not passing fair? [sorrow. Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: When she did think my master lov'd her well, She, in my judgment, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I.
Sil. How tall was she?
Jul. About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown; Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore, I know she is about my height.
at that time, I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part;
Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!-
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
SCENE I.-The same. An Abbey.
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky; And now, it is about the very hour That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me. She will not fail; for lovers break not hours, Unless it be to come before their time; So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes: Lady, a happy evening
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off: If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt SCENE II.-The same. An Apartment in the
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. suit? Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? [rounder. Pro. No; that it is too little. Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What says she to my face? Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Jul. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes For I had rather wink than look on them. (Aside.)
Thu. How likes she my discourse?