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Jul. I would I knew his mind.

Ful. And why not you ? Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.


I cannot reach so high. Jul. 'To Julia.' Say, from whom?

Jul. Let's see your song. How now, minion Luc. That the contents will show.

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing Jul. Say, say, wino gave it thee?

it out: Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, And yet methinks I do not like this tune.

90 from Proteus.

Ful. You do not? He would have given it you; but I, being in the Luc.

No, madam; it is too sharp. way,

Ful. You, minion, are too saucy. Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I Luc. Nay, now you are too flat pray.

40 And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!

There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly To whisper and conspire against my youth?

bass. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth

Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. And you an officer fit for the place.

Ful. This babble shall not henceforth trouble There, take the paper: see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my sight.

Here is a coil with protestation! [Tears the letter. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than Go get you gone, and let the papers

lie: hate.

You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Jul. Will

be gone?


She makes it strange; but she would be Luc.

you may ruminate.

best pleased

[Exit. To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlooked the Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the letter:


same! It were a shame to call her back again

O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! And pray

her to a fault for which I chid her. Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And kill the bees that yield it with your stings ! And would not force the letter to my view! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Since maids, in modesty, say 'no' to that Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.' Unkind Julia ! Which they would have the profferer construe ‘ay.' As in revenge of thy ingratitude, Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love

I throw thy name against the bruising stones, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. And presently all humbled kiss the rod !

And here is writ 'Tove-wounded Proteus.' How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, 60 Poor wounded name! my bosom as a bed When willingly I would have had her here! Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

heal'd; When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. My penance is to cail Lucetta back

But twice or thrice was ‘ Proteus' written down. And ask remission for my folly past.

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away What ho! Lucetta!

Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Re-enter LỰCETTA.

Unto a ragged fearful-hanging rock

And throw it thence into the raging sea! Luc.

What would your ladyship? Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Jul. Is't near dinner-time?

* Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Luc.

I would it were,

To the sweet Julia:' that I'll tear away.
That you might kill your stomach on your meat And yet I will not, sith so prettily
And not upon your maid.

He couples it to his complaining names.
Jul. What is 't that you took up so gingerly? Thus will I fold them one upon another:
Luc. Nothing
71 Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what


will. Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Luc. Madam,
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Jul. Well, let us go.
Unless it have a false interpreter.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tellJul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in tales here? rhyme.

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Give me a note: your ladyship can set.


down: Ful. As little by such toys as may be possible. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Best sing it to the tune of ‘Light o'love.'

Ful. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden you see; then ?

I see things too, although you judge I wink. Luc. Ay, and melodious were it, would you Jul. Come, come; will't please you go? 140




sing it.


to that


The same.
ANTONIO's house. Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he


How happily he lives, how well beloved Ant. Tell me, Punthino, what sad talk was And daily graced by the emperor; that

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will 61 Ant. Why, what of him?

And not depending on his friendly wish. Pan.

He wonder'd that your lordship Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; While other men, of slender reputation,

For what I will, I will, and there an end. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;

With Valentinus in the emperor's court: Some to discover islands far away;

What maintenance he from his friends receives, Some to the studious universities.

Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. For any or for all these exercises

To-morrow be in readiness to go:

70 He said that Proteus your son was meet,

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. And did request me to importune you

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided : To let him spend his time no more at home,

Please you, deliberate a day or two. Which would be great impeachment to his age,

Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent In having known no travel in his youth.

after thee: Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd Whereon this month I have been hammering.

To hasten on his expedition. I have consider'd well his loss of time

[Exeunt Ant, and Pan. And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:

burning, Experience is by industry achieved

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. And perfected by the swift course of time. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, 80 Then tell me, whither were I best to send him? Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant

And with the vantage of mine own excuse How his companion, youthsul Valentine,

Hath he excepted most against my love. Attends the emperor in his royal court.

0, how this spring of love resembleth Ant. I know it well.

The uncertain glory of an April day, Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, sent him thither :

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, 30

Re-enter PANTHINO.
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. 89 Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou ad- Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto, vised:

And yet a thousand times it answers ‘no.' And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it

[Exeunt. The execution of it shall make known. Even with the speediest expedition

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don

SCENE I. , Milan. The Duke's palace.
With other gentlemen of good esteem


40 Are journeying to salute the emperor

Speed. Sir, your glove. And to commend their service to his wili.


Not mine; my gloves are on. Ant. Good company; with them shall Pro- Speed. Why, then, this may be yours, for this teus go:

is but one. And, in good time! now will we break with him. Val. Ha! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine:

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !

Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Speed. Madam Silvia ! Madam Silvia !
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Val. How now, sirrah?
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Val. Why, sir, who bade you call lier?
To seal our happiness with their consents!

Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. 10 O heavenly Julia !

50 Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. Ant. How now! what letter are you reading Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being there?

too slow.
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word Val. Go to, sir: tell


know Madam or two

Silvia? Of commendations sent from Valentine,

Speed. She that your worship loves? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first,


you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. 90 one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school- Speed. I would you were set, so your affection boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a would cease. young wench that had buried her grandam; to Val. Last night she enjoined me to write fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one some lines to one she loves, that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar Speed. And have you? at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh- Val. I have. ed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to Speed. Are they not lamely writ? walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. was presently after dinner; when you looked Peace! here she comes. sadly, it was for want of money: and now you Speed. [Aside] ( excellent motion! ( exare metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I ceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her. look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Enter SILVIA. Val. Are all these things perceived in me?" Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand goodVal. Without me? they cannot.

morrows. Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, Speed. [Aside] O, give ye good even! here's without you were so simple, none else would: a million of manners. but you are so without these follies, that these Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two follies are within you and shine through you like thousand. the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees Speed. [Aside) He should give her interest, you but is a physician to comment on your ma- and she gives it him. lady.

Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Silvia?

Which I was much unwilling to proceed in Speed. She that you gaze on so as she sits at But for my duty to your ladyship. supper?

Sil. I 'thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very Val. Hast thou observed that? even she, I clerkly done.

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.


off; Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on For being ignorant to whom it goes her, and yet knowest her not?

I writ at random, very doubtfully. Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Sil. Perchance you think too much of so Val Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.

much pains? Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Val. What dost thou know?

Please you command, a thousand times as much; Speed. That she is not so fair as,


well And yetfavoured.

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the seVal. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but quel; her favour infinite.

60 And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not; Speed. That's because the one is painted and And yet take this again; and yet I thank you, the other out of all count.

Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. [Aside] And yet you will; and yet Speed Marry, sir, so painted, to make her another 'yet.' fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

What means your ladyship? do you not l'al. How esteemest thou me? I account of like it? her beauty:

Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ; Speed. You never saw her since she was de- But since unwillingly, take them again. formed.

Nay, take them.

130 Val.

How long hath she been deformed ? 70 Val. Madam, they are for you. Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Sil. Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request; Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; But I will none of them; they are for you; and still I see her beautiful.

I would have had them writ more movingly. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship Val. Why?

another. Speed. Because Love is blind. O, that you Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights over, they were wont to have when you chid at Sir And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Proieus for going ungartered !

Val. If it please me, madam, what then? Val. What should I see then?

co Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your Speed. Your own present folly and her passing labour: deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to And so, good morrow, servant. [Exit. 140 garter his hose, and you, being in love, cannot Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, see to put on your hose.

As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a Val. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for steeple! last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. My master sues to her, and she hath taught her Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my






the jest?

He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the ietter?

Enter PANTHINO. Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning Pan. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for. with yourself?

Pro. Go; I come, I come. Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. the reason.

[Exeunt. Val. To do what? Speed. To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia. SCENE III.

The same.

A street.
Val. To whom?
Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a

Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog. figure.

Launce. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have Val. What figure?

done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have Speed. By a letter, I should say.

this very fault. I have received my proportion, Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?

like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Speed. What need she, when she hath made Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my

160 mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister Val. No, believe me.

crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir. But hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did you perceive her earnest?

did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. to have seen our parting; why, my grandam,

Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at there an end.

my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of Val. I would it were no worse.

it. This shoe is my father: no, this left shoe is Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: 170 my father: no, no, this left shoe is my mother: For often have you writ to her, and she, in nay, that cannot be so neither: yes, it is so, it is modesty,

so, it hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the Or else for want of idle tiine, could not again hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; a reply;

vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is Or fearing else some messenger that might her my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily mind discover,

and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto maid: I am the dog: no, the dog is himself, and her lover.

I am the dog-Oh! the dog is

and I am myAll this I speak in print, for in print I found it. self; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.

Father, your blessing: now should not the shoe Val. I have dined.

speak a word for weeping: now should I kiss my Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cha- father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to my meleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that mother: 0, that she could speak now like a wood am nourished by my victuals and would fain have woman! Well, I kiss her; why, there 'tis; here's meat. 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, my mother's breath up and down. Now come I be moved.

[Exeunt. to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now

the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks SCENE II. Verona. Julia's house. a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.

Enter PANTHINO. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ! thy master Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

is shipped and thou art to post after with oars. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man ? Ful. If you turn not, you will return the Away, ass! you'll lose the tide, if you tarry any

longer. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost;

[Giving a ring. for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Pro. Why, then, we'll make exchange; here, Pan. What's the unkindest tide? take you this.

Launce. Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my :l. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;


Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the And when that hour o'erslips me in the day flood, and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, 10 and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master, and, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance in losing thy master, lose thy service, and, in Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my My father stays my coming; answer not;


51 The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Launce. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue. That tide will stay me longer than I should.

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue? Julia, farewell !

[Exit Julia. Launce. In thy tale. What, gone without a word?

Pan. In thy tail !







Launce. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and


My lord, I will be thankful the master, and the service, and the tied! Why, To any happy messenger from thence. man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it Duke. Know ye Don Antonio, your country with my tears; if the wind were down, I could man? drive the boat with my sighs.

60 Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentlema i Pan, Come, come away, man; I was sent to To be of worth and worthy estimation call thee.

And not without desert so well reputed. Launce. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Duke. Hath he not a son? Pan. Wilt thou go?

Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well de Launce. Well, I will go.


The honour and regard of such a father. Scene IV. Milan, The Duke's palace. Duke. You know him well?

Val. I know him as myself; for from ous Enter Silvia, VALENTINE, THỰrio, and SPEED.

infancy Sil, Servant!

We have conversed and spent our hours together Val. Mistress?

And though myself have been an idle truant, Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Omitting the sweet benefit of time Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection, Speed. Not of you.

Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Val. Of my mistress, then.

Made use and fair advantage of his days; Speed. 'Twere good you knocked him. [Exit. His years but young, but his experience old; Sil. Servant, you are sad.

His head unmellow'd, but his judgement ripe ; 70 Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

And, in a word, for far behind his worth Thu. Seem you that you are not?

Comes all the praises that I now bestow, Val. Haply I do.

He is complete in feature and in mind Thu. So do counterfeits.

With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Val. So do you.

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this Thu. What seem I that I am not?

good, Val. Wise.

He is as worthy for an empress' love Thu. What instance of the contrary?

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Val. Your folly.

Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me, Thu. And how quote you my folly ?

With commendation from great potentates; Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

And here he means to spend his time awhile: 80 Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had Thu. How?

been he. Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change Duke. Welcome him then according to his colour?

worth. Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Silvia, I speak to you, and you, sir Thurio; chameleon.

For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your I will send him hither to you presently. [Exit. blood than live in your air.

Val. This is the gentleman I told your ladyVal. You have said, sir.

ship Thu, Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. 30 Had come along with me, but that his mistress

Val I know it well, sir; you always end ere Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. you begin


Belike that now she hath enfranchised Siz A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and


go quickly shot off.

Upon some other pawn for fealty. Vah. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Val. Nay, sure, I think she holds them priSil. Who is that, servant?

soners still. Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being fire. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your lady- blind, ship’s looks, and spends what he borrows kindly How could he see his way to seek out you? in your company.

40 Val. Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with Thu. They say that Love hath not an eye I shall make your wit bankrupt.

at all. Val, I know it well, sir; you have an exche

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself: quer of words, and, I think, no other trcasure to Upon a homely object Love can wink. give your followers, for it appears, by their bare Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the liveries, that they live by your bare words.

gentleman. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: here

Enter PROTEUS. comes my father.

[Exit Thurio.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus ! Mistress, I Enter Duke. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard Confirm his welcome with some special favour. beset.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : 50 hither, What say you to a letter from your friends If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Of much good news?

Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him


beseech you,


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