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Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love;
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots. *
Val. To be
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
[Exit VALENTINE * A humorous punishment at harvest-home feasts, &c.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already;
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be a while away.
Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep ?
Pro. I do.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.
Speed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton ;* and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture, for such a store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.
Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin ? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod?
[SPEED nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy."
Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. * A term for a courtezan.
+ A game at cards.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew* me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once delivered.
Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said she?
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.
Pro. What, said she nothing?
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'dt me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck;
[Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Garden of JULIA's house.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle 3 encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
Júl. What thínk'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus :
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker !t.
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
* Pass sentence.
† A matchmaker,
Luc. I would it were;
Jul. What is't you took up
Inic. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, Madam, to a tune: Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Luic. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
Jul. You do not?
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drowned with your unruly base.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
[Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them to anger me.
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter.
[Exito Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same ! ( hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writ--kind Julia :-unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, * Passion or obstinacy.
† A term in music. I The tenor in music.
$ A challenge.
| Bustle, turmoil. VOL. I.