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Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Pro. Go; I come, I come :Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault; I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourestnatured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog; a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father :-no, this left shoe is my father ;—no, no, this left shoe is my mother ;—nay, that cannot be so neither; yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole : This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother; and this my
father: A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog :—no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog ;-oh, the dog is me, and I am myself: Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood' woman ;-well, I kiss her ;-why, there tis; here's my mother's breath
and down: now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Enter PANTHINO. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and in losing thy service, -Why dost thou
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service: And the tide !—Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with
stop my mouth?
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
SCENE IV. Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Thurio, and SPEED.
quote it in your jerkin.
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
1 To quote is to mark, to observe.
Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company,
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my father.
friends Of much good news?
Val. My lord, I will be thankful
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman?
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Duke. You know him well ?
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
Duke. Beshrew? me, sir, but, if he make this good,
Val. Should I have wished a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth. Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio : For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchised them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Enter PROTEUS. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen
tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I beseech
you, Confirm his welcome with some special favor.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.
1 Feature in the Poet's age was often used for form or person in general. 2 Equivalent to ill betide me. VOL. I.