Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,- Luc. Aias! the way is wearisome and long. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps: Much less shall she, that hath Love's wings to fly; And when the flight is made to one so dear, The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; [stones, But when his fair course is not hindered, Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches? Jul. That fits as well as-" tell me, good my lord, What compass will you wear your farthingale?" Why, even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam. Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be illfavour'd. [worth a pin, Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect ! But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth : His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. [come to him! Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth: ACT III. Excunt. SCENE I.-Milan. In the Duke's Palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while; We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit Thurio. Now tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? [discover, [me. Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would The law of friendship bids me to conceal : But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which else no worldly good should draw from Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. care; Which to requite, command me while I live. Nor fearing me as if I were her father : in this? Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a More than quick words, do move a woman's mean How he her chamber-window will ascend, Enter Valentine. mind. [sent her. Duke. But she did scorn a present that I Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her: Send her another; never give her o'er ; For scorn at first, makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you: If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For, "Get you gone, she doth not mean, Away! [Exit. Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; [faces. Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Duke. Be they of much import? Val. The tenor of them doth but signify I am to break with thee of some affairs Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; Val. Why then, I would resort to her by [ground, window? Val. Why then, a ladder quaintly made of Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of That longs for everything that he can come by. Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Unless it be, to think that she is by, Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, And here an engine fit for my proceeding! [Reads. "My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Aying: And slaves they are to me, that send them O, could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying! [them; My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest While I, their king, that thither them importune, [bless'd them, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Because myself do want my servants' fortune: I curse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour where their lord should be." What's here? Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee." Thank me for this, more than for all the Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Will give thee time to leave our royal court, To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Pro. Run, boy; run, run, and seek him out. Pro. What seest thou? Launce. Him we go to find there's not a hair on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. Pro. Valentine? Val. No. Pro. Who then? his spirit? Val. Neither. Val. Nothing. Pro. What then? news! [friend. From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banished? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force) As if but now they waxed pale for woe: Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire; That to close prison he commanded her, Have some malignant power upon my life: Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst And study help for that which thou lament'st. Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy Speed. "Item, She brews good ale." Speed. Item, "She can spin." Launce. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. 44 Speed. "Item, She hath many nameless virtues." Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names. Speed. "Here follow her vices." Launce. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. "Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath." Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on. Speed. "Item, She hath a sweet mouth." Launce. That makes amends for her sour breath. Speed. "Item, She doth talk in her sleep." Val. O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine! [Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think, my master is a kind of a knave but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-not in her talk. maid; yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel,-which is much in a bare Christian. [Pulling out a paper.] Here is the cat-log of her condition. [Reads.] "Imprims, She can fetch and carry." Why, a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore, is she better than a jade. "Item, She can milk;" look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Enter Speed. Speed. How now, Signior Launce! what news with your mastership? [at sea. Launce. Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst Speed. "Item, She is slow in words." Launce. O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue. Speed. "Item, She is proud." Launce. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her. Speed. "Item, She hath no teeth." Launce. I care not for that neither, because love crusts. I Speed. "Item, She is curst." [to bite. Launce. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor." " Launce. If her liquor be good, she shall if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. "Item, She is too liberal." Launce. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. Speed. "Item, She hath more hair than wit, 336 and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults." Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last [wit." article. Rehearse that once more. Speed. "Item, She hath more hair than Launce. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more than the wit, for What's next? the greater hides the less. Speed." And more faults than hairs.". Launce. That's monstrous: O, that that were out! Speed." And more wealth than faults." Launce. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,— Speed. What then? Launce. Why, then will I tell thee,-that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. Speed. For me! Launce. For thee! ay; who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. Speed. And must I go to him? Launce. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox [Exit. of your love-letters. Launce. Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. SCENE II.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's [ter. The match between Sir Thurio and my daughPro. I do, my lord. Lant Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignor- Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so. 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. [spoken Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: 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 him, [do it, Your slander never can endamage him ; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine. love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Let me not live to look upon your grace. effect Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind, Because we know, on Valentine's report, Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect :- |