VAL. Sweet, except not any; She shall be dignified with this high honour,- PRO. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; PRO. Then let her alone. VAL. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, VAL. Ay, and we are betroth'd: Nay, more, our marriage hour, Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; Some necessaries that I needs must use; And then I'll presently attend. VAL. Will you make haste? PRO. I will. [Exit VAL.. Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Her true perfection, or my false transgression, SCENE V.-The same. A Street. Enter SPEED and LAUNCE. SPEED. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan. [Exit. LAUN. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome. The folio of 1623 reads, "It is mine, or Valentine's praise." Warburton would read "It is mine eye," &c. This reading Steevens adopts, making the sentence interrogative, "Is it mine eye?" The present reading is that of Malone, and it is supported by the circumstance that mien was, in Shakspere's time, spelt mine, according to its French etymology. Mr. Collier suggests that the true reading is “mine eyen." › Picture. Her person, which I have seen, has shown me her "perfections" only as a picture. Dr. Johnson receives the expression in a literal sense, and complains that Shakspere has committed a blunder, when "he makes Proteus, after an interview with Silvia, say he has only seen her picture." • Dazzled is here used as a trisyllable. SPEED. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale-house with you presently; where, for one shot of five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia ? LAUN. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. SPEED. What, are they broken? LAUN. No, they are both as whole as a fish. SPEED. Why then, how stands the matter with them? LAUN. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. SPEED. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not. LAUN. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me. SPEED. What thou say'st? LAUN. Ay, and what I do, too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. SPEED. It stands under thee, indeed. LAUN. Why, stand under and understand is all one. SPEED. But tell me true, will 't be a match? LAUN. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will. SPEED. The conclusion is then, that it will. LAUN. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. SPEED. "T is well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover? LAUN. I never knew him otherwise. SPEED. Than how? LAUN. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. SPEED. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. LAUN. Why, fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy master. SPEED. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. LAUN. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale-house, soa; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. SPEED. Why? LAUN. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the aleb with a Christian: Wilt thou go? SPEED. At thy service. [Exeunt. • So. This is an insertion of the second folio. We adopt it upon the argument of Mr. Dyce. Ale-a rural festival, oftentimes connected with the holidays of the church, as a Whitsun-ale. Launce calls Speed a Jew because he will not go to the ale (the Church feast) with a Christian. SCENE VI.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter PROTEUS. PRO. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn ; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; But there I leave to love, where I should love. If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! I will forget that Julia is alive, Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. I cannot now prove constant to myself, Pretended-intended. But Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. JUL. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; By longing for that food so long a time. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Then let me go, and hinder not my course: I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; [Exit. |