In this play there is a strange mixture of knowledge and ignorance, of care and negligence. The versification is oftro excellent, the allusions are learned and just; but the author conveys his beroes by sea from one inland town to another in the same country: he places the emperor at Milan, and sends his young men to attend him, but never Bestions him more, he makes Proteus, after an interview with Silvia, say he has only seen her picture : and, if we Eu credit the old copies, he has, by mistaking places, left his scenery inextricable. The reason of all this confusion Brass to be, that he took bis story from a novel, which he sometimes followed, and sometimes forsook; sometimes remem. bid, and sometines forgot.

That this play is nghtly attributed to Shakspeare, I have little doubt. If it be taken from him, to wbom shall it be given? This question may be asked of all the disputed plays, except Titus Andronicus; and it will be found more credithe, that Shakspeare might sometimes sink below his highest fighits, than that any other should rise up to his lowest.


DITE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.

PANTHỊNO, Servant to Antonio.
} Gentlemen of Verona.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.

ANTONIO, Father to Proteus,
THI RIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine.

JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia, in her escape.

SILVIA.the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine, SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

LCCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia.
LALACE, Servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians.
SCENE, --Sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the Frontiers of Mantua.


Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona.

Losing his verdure even in the prime,

And all the fair effects of future hopes.

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Tal. Cease to persnade, my loving Proteus; That art a votary to fond desire ?
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Once more adieu: my father at the road
Wert not, affection chains thy tender days

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine I rather would entreat thy company,

Val. Sweet Protens, no; now let us take our leave To see the wonders of the world abroad,

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,

Of thy success in love, and what news else
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Betideth here, in absence of thy friend;
Bat, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! Pro. Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. Think on thy Protens, when thou, haply, seest

[Exit Valentine Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love. Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, 1 leave myself, my friends, and all for love. liever danger do environ thee,

Thon, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Coramend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Pal. And on a love-book pray for my success. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought Pro. U pon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,

Enter SPEED. How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: saw you my master? Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for For be was more than over shoes in love.

Milan. Pal. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

An if the shepherd be awhile away. Pro.

Wbat? Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd

To be then, and I a sheep? In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy Pro. I do.

[I wake or sleep. looks,

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep With twenty watchfal, weary, tedious nights : Speed. This proves me still a sheep. If baply won, perhaps, a bapless gain;

Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. If last, why then a grievous labour won;

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll master seeks not me : therefore, I am no sheep, prove:

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Pro. 'Tis love yoa cavil at; I am not love. the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for

Fal. Love is your master, for he masters you : wages followest thy master, thy master for wages And be, that is so yoked by a fool,

follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Methioks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to The rating canker dwells, so eating love

Julia ? Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, Is eaten by the caoker ere it blow,

gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Even so by love the young and tender wit

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store


with you.

of mattons.

(best stick her. Jul.And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. pound you.

(for carrying your letter. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. His little speaking shews his love bat small. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all, Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. over,

[lover. Luc. O, ibey love least, that let men know their "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

I love. Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?


Peruse this paper, madan. Speed. I.

[Speed nods. Jul. To Julia, -Say, from whom? Pro. Nod, I; wby, that's noddy.


That the contents will shew. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, from Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

Proteus : Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, together, take it for your pains.

[letter. | Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Jul. Now, by my mcdesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

To whisper and conspire against my youth? Pro. Why, sir, how do yon bear with me? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; hav. And you an officer fit for the place. ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Or else return no more into my sight.

(hate. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what Jul. Will you be gone ? said she ?


That you may ruminate. [Erit. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. matter, may be both at once delivered. [ she? It were a shame to call her back again,

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains : what said And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from And would not force the letter to my view! her?

Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from which they would have the profferer construe, Ay her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, letter: and being so hard to me that brought your That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling And presently, all humble, kiss the rod! her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as How charlishly I chid Lucetta hence, hard as steel.

When willingly I would have had her here! Pro. What, said she nothing?

How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have My penance is, to call Lacetta back, testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry And ask remission for my folly past :your letters yourself : and so, sir, I'll commend you What ho! Lucetta! to my master

[wreck; Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from

Re-enter LUCETTA, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,


What would your ladyship Being destined to a drier death on shore:

Jul. Is it near dinner-time ? I must go send some better messenger;


I would it were, I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Receiving them from such a worthless post.

And not upon your maid. [Exeunt. Jul.

What is't you took up

So gingerly ?
SCENE II.The same. Garden of Julia's House.

Luc. Nothing.


Why didst thoa stoop, then' Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
Woal'dst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Jul. And is that paper nothing ?
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not anheedfully.


Nothing concerning mo. Jul. Or all the fair re sort of gentlemen,

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. That every day with parle encounter me,

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it conceros, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

Unless it have a false interpreter. Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to yon in rhyme. According to my shallow simple skill. [my mind

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour ? Give me a note : your ladyship can set. Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine ; Bestsing it to the tune of Light o love.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : Bat, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tane.
Luc. Well of his wealth ; bat of himself, so, so.

Jul. Heavy ? belike, it bath some burden then.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. And why not you?
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his


I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion? Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shane, And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. You do not?
Jul. Why not on Proteas, as of all the rest ? Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.
Luc. Then thus, -- of many good I think him Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Jul. Your reason ?

(best. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; And mar the concord with too harsh a descant I think him so, becanse I think him so.

There wanteth but a mean to fill your song,

(sing it.

Jid. The mean is drown'd with your quruly base. Ant. I know it well.

[thither: Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. There shall he practise tilts and tournainents, Here is a coil with protestation !-(Tears the letter.) Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:

And be in eye of every exercise, You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Worthy bis youth and nobleness of birth. Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd best pleas'd

And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it, To be so angerd with another letter. (Exit. The execution of it shall make known;

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Even with the speediest execution
O bateful bands, to tear such loving words! I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
lojurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Pan. To morrow, may it please you, Don Al-
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! With other gentlemen of good esteem, Iphonso,
Ill kiss each several paper for amends.

Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And, here is writ-kind Julia ; - unkind Julia! And to commend their service to his will.
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : 1 torow thy name against the bruising stones, And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Trampliog contemptnously on thy disdain.

Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus -
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines, sweet life!
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heald,

Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn :
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?

0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,

To seal our happiness with their consents ? Till I have found each letter in the letter,

O heavenly Julia !

(there? Except mine own name ; that some whirlwind bear

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Lilo a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or Aed throw it thence into the raging sea!

Of commendation sent from Valentine, [two Lbere in one line is his name twice writ,

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Pror forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away;

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Aut yet I will pot, sith so prettily

How happily he lives, how well-belov'd, H couples it to his complaining names ;

And daily graced by the emperor; Nes will I fold them one upon another;

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Vou kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
Re-enter LUCETTA.

And not depending on his friendly wish.
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish : Jul. Well, let us go.


For what I will, I will, and there an end. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time bere?

With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Jul

. If you respect them, best to take them up. What maintenance he from his friends receives, Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Like exhibition thou shalt bave from me. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

To-morrow be in readiness to go: Jud. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; Iste things too, although you judge I wink. (see; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Jul Come, come will't please you go? (Exeunt.

(thee :

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after &. III— The same. A Room in Antonio's house.

No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd

To hasten op his expedition. (Exeunt Ant. and Pan. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,

Pro. Thus have I shund the fire, for fear of Werewith my brother held you in the cloister?

burning; Pan. 'Twas of his pephew Proteus, your son.

And drencb'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Ant. Why, what of him?

I feard to shew my father Julia's letter, He wonder’d, that your lordship Lest he should take exceptions to my love Wald saffer him to spend his youth at home;

And with the vantage of mine own excuse While other men, of slender reputation,

Hath he excepted most against my love. Pt forth their sons, to seek preferment out:

0, how this spring of love resembleth Vie, to the wars, to try their fortune there;

The uncertain glory of an April day; ***, to discover islands far away;

Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, ut, to the studious universities.

And by and by a cloud takes all away! fæ aby, or for all these exercises,

Re-enter PANTHINO. He said that Proteus, your son, was meet;

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; ad did request me, to importune you,

He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. Tet him spend his time no more at home, teh would be great impeachment to his age,

Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; Istaring known no travel in his youth.

And yet a thonsand times it answers po. [Exeunt 4. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that,

ACT II. inreon this month I have been hammering. I cave coosider'd well bis loss of time;

SCENE I.-Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Palace. at bring try'd and tutor'd in the world :

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Experience is by industry atchievd,

Speed. Sir, your glove. and perfected by the swist course of time :

Val. Not mine ; my gloves are on. [but one stre, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,

Val. Ha! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine :+1 w has companion, youthful Valentine,

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Airada the emperor in his royal court.

Ah Silvia! Silvia!



And yet,

(like it!

Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!

Speed. And have you? Val. How now, sirrah ?

Val. I have. Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them ;Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Peace, here she comes. Val. Well, you'll still be tno forward. [slow. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

Enter Silvia. Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Speed. She that your worship loves? (Silvia? now will he interpret to her. (Aside.) (morrows Val. Why, how know yon that I am in love? Val. Madam and mistress, a thonsand good

Speed. Marry, by these special marks :- First, Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath yoar of manners.

(Aside. arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thos a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that sand.

[it him. (Aside.) hath the pestilence;

to sigh, like a school-boy that Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, that had huried her grandam; to fast, like one that Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, to speak paling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You But for my duty to your ladyship.

done. were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerbly when you walked, to walk like one of the lions ; Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; For, being ignorant to whom it goes, when you looked sadly, it was for want of money I writ at random, very doubtfully. (pains ? and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, my master.

Please you command, a thousand times as much: Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without you. Sil

. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel: Val. Without me? they cannot.

And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, And yet take this again :-and yet I thank you; without you were so simple, none else would; but Meaning henceforth to trouble yon po more. you are so without these follies, that these follies are Speed. And yet you will; and yet another set within yon, and shine through you like the water in (Aside.). an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a Val. 'What means your ladyship? do you but physician to comment on your malady.

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Sylvia ? But since unwillingly, take them again; Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Nay, take them. sapper?

Val. Madam, they are for you. Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request; Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

But I will none of them; they are for you: Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, I would have had them writ more movingly. and yet knowest her not?

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over: Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.

And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Val. What dost thou kpow? [favoured. Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And so good-morrow, servant.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her Speed. O jest uuseen, inscrutable, invisible, favour infinite.

As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on : Speed. That's because the one is painted, and steeple !

(suiter, the other out of all count.

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Val. How painted? and how out of count? He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, O excellent device was there ever heard a better that no man counts of her beauty. (beauty. That my master, being scribe, to himself should Val. How esteemest thou me? I acconnt of her

write the letter? Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Val. How now, sir? what, are yon reasoning with Val. How long hath she been deformed?

yourself? Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Speed.' Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that base Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and the reason. still I see her beautiful.

Val. To do what? Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia Val. Why?

Val. To whom? Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were Val. What figure ? wont to have when you chid at sir Proteus for going Speed. By a letter, I should say. ungartered!

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Val. What should I see then?

Speed. What needs she, when she hath made yat Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to Val. No, believe me garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did y to put on your hose.

perceive her earnest ? Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last Val. She gave me none, except an angry Ford morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed: I Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

there an end. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Val. I would, it were no worse. Speed. I would you were set; so your affection Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : would cease.

[lines to one she loves. For often you have writ to her; and she, in modest, Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some or else for want of idle time, could not again repưy.

[Érit Silea


you this.

Or fearing else some messenger, that might her the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass; mind discorer,

you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were lost; for it her lover,

is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.- Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? Why mase you, sir ? 'tis dinner time.

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Val. I have dined.

Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and, Speed. Ay, bat hearken, sir; thongh the cameleon | in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy master, by my victuals, and would fain have meat; 0, be not lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why like your mistress; be moved, be moved. [ Exeunt. dost thou stop my mouth?

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongae. SCENE II.- Verona. A Room in Julia's House.

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?

Laun. In thy tale.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Pan. In thy tail ? Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. master, and the service? The tide ! -Why, man, Jul. If you turn vot, you will return the sooner: if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my Arep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. tears; is the wind were down, I could drive the boat (Giving a ring.) with my sighs.

[thee. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, take Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. Jul . And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Pan. Wilt thou go?
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;

Laun. Well, I will

[Exeunt, 13d when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, SCENE IV.--Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

The best ensuing hour some foul mischance
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness!

Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. Ns father stays my coming; answer not;

Sil. ServantThe tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;

Val. Mistress? That tide will stay me longer than I should;

Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you.

[Exit Julia. Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
la'in, farewell. What! gone without a word ? Speed. Not of you.
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;

Val. Of my mistress then.
Fir truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him.

Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. Pro. Go; I come, I come :

Thu, Seem you that you are not ?
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

Val. Haply I do.
[Exeunt. Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. So do you.
SCENE III.The same. A Street.

Thu. What seein I, that I am not?
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog.

Val. Wise.
Lann. Nay, 'twill be this bour ere I have done Thu. What instanoe of the contrary?
#refing: all the kind of the Launces have this very

Val. Your folly. ali: I have received my proportion, like the pro

Thu. And how quote you my folly ? vos son, and am going with Sir Protens to the Val. I quote it in your jerkio. Lurral's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. karest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping,

Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Ly lather wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, Thu. How ?

[coloar ? war cat wrioging her hands, and all our house in a Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change mat perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Read one tear; he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, cameleon. za šas no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Baile wept to bave seen our parting; why, my grandam than live in your air. boring no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my Val. You have said, sir. unting. Say, I'll show you the manner of it: This Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Harite is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;- Val. I know it well, siri you always end ere you 9. Do, this left shoe is my mother;-vay, that cannot begin. beso deither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly Borser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my shot off. wer, and this my father; a vengeance on't! there Val. "Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Tw: bw, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, Sil. Who is that, servant ? She is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire

bat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog :-10, the sic Thurio borrows his wit froin your ladyship’s there a bimself, and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your and I am myself; ay, so, so. "Now come I to my company father; Father, your blessing; now should not the Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I or speak a word for weeping; vow should I kiss shall make your wit bankrupt. by father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my Val. I know it well, siri you have an exchequer Bilder, O, that she could speak now!) like a good of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your 21 -— well, I kiss her ;-why, there 'tis; here's followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that by mother's breath op and down; now come I to my they live by your bare words.

(father. HP; mark the moab she makes: now, the dog all Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my

while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Enter DUKE.

Duke. Now, danghter Silvia, you are hard beset. Enter PANTHINO.

Sir Valentine, your father's in good health · Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master is What say you to a letter from your friends klipped and thou art to post after with oars. What's Of much good news?


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