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Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace itt

Enter PANTHINO.
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Pro. Go; I come, I come :Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. The same.

A Street.

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

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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 ?
Laun. Why, he that's ty’d here; Crab, my dog.

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.
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pan. In thy tail ?

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

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stop my mouth?

my sighs.

Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pan. Wilt thou go?
Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt.

1 Distracted.

SCENE IV. Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.

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Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Thurio, and SPEED.
Sil. Servant-
Val. Mistress?
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. 'Twere good you knocked him.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not ?
Val. Haply I do.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do

you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not ?
Val. Wise.
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Val. Your folly.
Thu. And how quote' you my folly ?
Val. I

quote it in your jerkin.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Thu. How?
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change color ?

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.
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

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.

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Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
Sil. Who is that, servant ?

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.

Enter DUKE.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :
What say you to a letter from

your

friends Of much good news?

Val. My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger from thence.

Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman?

Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
And not without desert so well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves
The honor and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well ?

Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
We have conversed, and spent our hours together :
And though myself have been an idle truant,
Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection;
Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
Made use and fair advantage of his days;
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe;
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
He is complete in feature, and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beshrew? me, sir, but, if he make this good,
He is as worthy for an empress' love,
As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Well, sir ; this gentleman is come to me,
With commendation from great potentates;
And here he means to spend his time a while :
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

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.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Upon a homely object love can wink.

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.

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