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Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very meat; 0, be not like your mistress ; be moved, clerkly done.
[Ereunt. Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off: SCENE II. Verona. A Room in Julia's House. For, being ignorant to whoin it goes, I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Enter Proteus and Julia. Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. I must, where is no remedy. Val.'No, madam, so it stead you, I will write, Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. Please you command, a thousand times as much: Jul. If you turn not you will return the sooner: And yet,
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel :
(Giving a ring. And yet I will not name it:--and yet Idare not ;
-Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you: take you this. Mraning henceforth to trouble you no more. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
[ Aside. And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Val. What means your ladyship ? do you not Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, like it?
The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintiy writ: Torment me for my love's forgetfulness! But since unwillingly, take them again; My father stays my coming: answer not: Nay, take them.
The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Val. Madan, they are for you.
That tide will stay me longer than I should ; Sil. Ay, ay ; you writthern, sir, at my request;
[Erit Julia But I will none of them; they are for you: Julia, farewell. - What! gone without a word! I would have had them writ more movingly. Ay, so true love shouldlo: it cannot speak; Val. Please you, l'll write your ladyship ano. For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it
ther. Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it
Enter Panthipo. over:
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for. And, if it please yon, so; if not, why, so.
Pro. Go; I corne, I come :Vul. If it please me, madam! what then? Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. Sil. Why if it please you take it for your labour;
[E.reunt. And so good-morrow, servant. (Erit Silvia
SCENE IIT. The same. A street.
Enter Launce, leading a Dog.
Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done My master sues to her; and she hath taught her weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this suitor,
very fault; I have received my proportion, like He being her pupil, to become her tntor. the prodigions son, and am going with sir ProO excellent device I was there ever heard a bet- tens to the imperial's court. I think, Crab my ter ?
dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives; my That my master, being scribe, to himself should mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister write the letter?
crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, with yourself?
yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have he is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no The reason.
more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have Val. To do what?
wept to have seen our parting; why, my granSpeed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. dam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind Speed. To yourself; why, she woos you by a of it: This shoe is my father :-no, this left side figure.
is my father;--no, no, this left shoe is my moVal. What figure ?
ther;-nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it Speed. By a letter, I should say.
is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole; This shoe, Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?
with the hole in it, is my mother; and this my Speed. What need she, when she hath made father : A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, you write to yourself? Why, do you not per- this staff is my sister; for look you, she is as ceive the jest?
white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat Val. No, believe me.
is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog :-no, the dog Speed. No believing you indeed, sir: But did is himself, and I am the dog :-oh, the dog is me, you perceive her earnest?
and I am myself: Ay, so, so. Now come I to Val. She gave me none, except in angry word. my father; Father, your blessing ; now should Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. not the slive speak a word for weeping: now Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend. should I kiss my father ; well, he weeps on :Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and now come I to my mother, (o that she could there an end.
speak now!) like a wood woman ;-well, I kiss Val. I would, it were no worse.
her;why, there'tis: here's my mother's breath Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well :
up and down : now coine I to my sister; mark For often have you writ to her; and she, in the moan she makes: now the dog all this while modesty,
sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how Or else for want of idle time, could not again I lay the dust with my tears. reply ;
Enter Panthino. Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover,
Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy masHerself hath taught her love himself to write ter is shipped, and thou art to post after with unto her lover.
oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, All this I speak in print ; for in print I found it.- man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you Why muse yon, sir ? 'tis dinner-time.
tarry any longer. Val. I have dined.
Laiun. It's no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chame it is the unkindest tyd that ever any man ty’d. leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am Pan. What's the unkimest tide ? nourished by my victuals, and would sain havel Laun. Why, he thalsty'd here: Crab, my dog.
Pan. Tat, man, I mean thou'll lose the flood;) Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, To be of worth, and worthy estimation, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in And not without desert so well reputed. losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in Duke. Hath he not a son ? losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well de. mouth? Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. The honour and regard of such a father. Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ?
Duke. You know him well? Laun. In thy tale.
Val. I knew him as myself: for from our inPan. In thy tail ?
fancy Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: master, and the service : And the tide!--Why, And though myself have been an idle truant, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it Omitting the sweet benefit of time, with my tears; if the wind were down, I could To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; drive the boat with my sighs.
Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Pan Come, come away, man; I was sent to Made use and sair advantage of his days; call thee.
His years but young, but his experience old; Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; Pan. Wiit thou go?
And in a word, (for far behind his worth Laun. Well, I will go.
[Exeunt. Come all the praises that I now bestow,) SCENE IV. Milan. A Room in the Duke's He is complete in feature, and in mind, Palace.
With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this
good, Sil. Servant
He is as worthy for an empress' love, Val Mistress?
As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, Vol. Ay, boy, it's for love.
With commendation from great potentates; Speed Not of you.
And here he means to spend his time a while: Val. Of my mistress then.
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Speed. 'Twere good you knocked him.
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been Su. Servant, you are sad.
he. Fol. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Duke. Welcome him then according to bis Thu. Seem you that you are not ?
worth. Val Haply, I do.
Silvia, 1 speak to yon; and you, Sir Thurio : Thu. So do counterfeits?
For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: Fal. So do you.
1'll send him hither to you presently. ( Erit Duke. Thu. What seem l, that I am not ?
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your lady. Val. Wise.
ship, Thu. What instance of the contrary? Had come along with me, but that his mistress Val. Your folly.
Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Thu. And how quote you my folly ?
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd Val. I quote it in your jerkin?
them Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them pri T2, How?
soners stil). SUL What, angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being colour?
blind, Fal. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of How could he see his way to seek out you ? chameleon.
Val. Why, lady, love háth twenty pair of eyes. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. blood, than live in your air.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself ; Val.' You have said, sir.
Upon a homely object love can wink. Thir. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
Enter Proteus. Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin
Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the SI A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and gentleman. quickly shot oft:
Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I beVal ''Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
seech yon, Sil. Who is that, servant ?
Confirm his welcome with some special favour. Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hi. fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your la ther, dyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. kindly in your company,
Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Val. I know it well, sir : you have an ex Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant chequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure To have a look of such a worthy mistress. to give your followers; for it appears by their Val. Leave off discourse of disability : bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Sil No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes Pro. My duty will boast of, nothing else. my father.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed Enter Duke.
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Duke. Now,daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sil. That you are welcome? Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :
No; that you are worthless. What say you to a letter from your friends
Enter Servant. or much good news? Vol. My lord, I will be thankful
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak To any happy messenger, from thence.
with you. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your coun Sul. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Erit Ser. tryman?
Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me:-Once more, new servant, wel. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. come:
Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: I'll leave you to confer of home affairs; I must unto the road, to disembark When you have done, we look to hear from you. Some necessaries that I needs must use; Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. And then I'll presently attend you.
[Ereunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Will you make haste ? Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence Pro. I will.
[Erit Val. you came?
Even as one heat another heat expels, Pro. Your friends are well, and have them Or as one nail by strength drives ont another, much commended.
So the remembrance of my former love Val. And how do yours?
Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Pro. I left them all in health.
Is it her mien, or Valentinus' praise, Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives Her true perfection, or ny false transgression, your love?
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus ? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love : I know you joy not in a love-discourse.
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, I have done penance for contemning love; Bears no impression of the thing it was Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold; With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
And that I love him not, as I was wont:
"Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Enter Speed and Lannce.
Val. Even she ; and is she not a heavenly saint ? Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for Val. Call her divine.
I am not welcome. I reckon this always--that Pro. I will not flatter her.
a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. never welcome to a place, till some certain shot Pro.
Then I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; be paid, and the hostess say, welcome. And I must minister the like to you.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the aleVal. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, house with you presently; where, for one shot Yet let her be a principality,
of five pence thou shalt have five thousand welSovereign to all ibe creatures on the earth. comes. But, sirrah, how didst thy master part Pro. Except my mistress.
with madam Julia ?' Val. Sweet, except not any,
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they Except thou wilt except against my love. parted very fairly in jest. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Speed. But shall she marry him ? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: Laun. No. She shall be dignified with this high honour,-- Speed. How then ? shall he marry her ? To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth
Laun. No, neither. Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Speed. What, are they broken? And, of so great a favour growing prond, Laun. No, they are both es whole as a fish. Disdain to root the summer selling flower,
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with And make rough winter everlastingly.
them? Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with this 1
him, it stands well wich her. Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is no Sprell. What an ass art thou! I understand thing
thee not. To her, whose worth makes other worthies no Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst
thing; She is alone
My staff understands me. Pro. Then let her alone.
Speed. What thon say'st ? Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, r'n mine own;
but lean, and my staff understands me. And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. one. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Because thou seest me dote upon my love. Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if My foolish rival, that her father likes,
he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say Only for his possessions are so hnge,
nothing, it will. Is gone with her along; and I must after, Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret frona Pro. But she loves you?
me, but by a parable. Val.
Ay, and we are betroth'd;. Speed. "T'is well that I get it so. But, Launce, Nay, more, our marriage hour,
how say'st thou, that my master is become a With all the cunning manner of our flight, notable lover ? Detern.in'd of: how I must climb her window; Laun. I never knew him otherwise. The ladder made of cords; and all the means Speed. Than how? Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest bine Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my
soul's food ? Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant Pity the dearth that I have pined in, thy master.
By longing for that food so long a time. Speech. I tell thee, my master is become a hot Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, lover.
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he As seek to quench the fire of love with words burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, But quality the fire's extreme rage, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Speed. Why?
Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity burns ; in thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian. The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Wilt thou go?
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth Speed. At thy service.
rage: SCENE VI. The same. An Apartment in But, when his fair course is not hindered, the Palace.
He makes sweet musick with th'enamel'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage
And make a pastime of each weary step, Provokes me to this threefold perjury,
Till the last step have brought me to my love; Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: And there l'll rest, as, after much tormoil, O sweet suggesting love, it thou hast sinn'd, A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. Luc. But in what habit will you go along? At first I did adore a twinkling star,
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent But now I worship a celestial sun.
The loose encounters of lascivious men:
To be fantastic may become a youth
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
yone breeches ? If I lose thein, thus find I by their loss,
Jul. That fits as well, as "tell me, good my For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
lord, I to myselt am dearer than a friend ;
What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" Por love is suill most precious in itself:
Why,even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. And Silvin, witness heaven, that made her fair! Luc. You must needs have them with a cod. Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
piece, niacam. I will forget that Julia is alive,
Jul. Out out, Lucetta; that will be ill favour'd. Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
a pin, Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lovest me, let me have Withont some treachery used to Valentine : What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: This nicht, he met neth with a corded ladder But tell me, wench, how will the world reputa To climi celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
me, Myself in counsel, his competitor :
For undertaking so instaid a journey? Now presently l'll give her father notice I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. Of their disguising, and pretended flight; Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and Who, all euray'd, will banish Valentine';
go not. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Jul. Nay, that I will not. But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. By sorne sly trick, blunt 'Thurio's dull proceed- If Protens like your journey, when you come, ang
No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone : Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, I fear me, he will scarce bé pleas'd withal. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift. (Ezit Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear : SCENE VIL Verona. A Room in Julia's A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, House.
And instances of infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; How, with my honour, I may undertake His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. A journey to my loving Proteus.
Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
come to him! Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;
wrong Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; to bear a hard opinion of his truth; And when the flight is made to one so dear, Only deserve my love, by loving him ; Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. And presently go with me to my chamber, Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. To take a note of what I stand in need of,
To furnish me upon my longing journey. 'Tis pot unknown to thee that I have sought All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
To match my friend, Sir Thurio, to my daughter. My goods, my lands, my reputation ;
Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the Only, in lien thereof de-patch me hence;
match Come, answer not, but to it presently ;
Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentle I am impatient of my tarriance. Ereunt. man
Is full of virtne, bounty, worth, and qualities
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: ACT III.
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? SCENE I. Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro Palace.
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
[Exit Thurio, pon advice, hath drawn my love from her; Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would should have been cherish'd by her child-like
Then let her beauty be her wedding dower; My duty pricks me on to uitter that
For me and my possessious she esteems not. Which else no worldly good should draw from Val. What would your grace have me to do me.
in this ? Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Whom I atfect ; but she is nice, and coy, Myself am one made privy to the plot. And nought esteems my aged eloquence : I know you have determined to bestow her Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor, On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; (For long ngone I have forgot to conrt: And should she be ihus stolen away from you, Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd ;) It would be much vexation to your age.
How, and which way, I ny bestow myself, Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To be regarded in her sun-bright eye. To cross my friend in his intended drift, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not Then, by concealing it, heap on your head
words; pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Being unrevented, to your timeless grave. More than quick words, do muve a woman's Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest mind care ;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent Which to requite, command me while I live.
her. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; contents her: And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Send her another ; never give her o'er; Sir Valentine her company, and my court: For scorn at first makes after-love the more. But, fearing lest my jealous ruim might err, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, And so unworthily disgrace the man,
But rather to beget more love in you: (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd), If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find For why, the fools are mad if left alone. That which thy self hast now disclos'd to me. Take no reprise, whatever she doth say: And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away ; Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels The key whereof myself have ever kept;
faces. And thence she cannot be convey'd away. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devised a If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. mean
Duke. But she, I mean, is promisd by her How he her chamber-window will ascend,
friends And with it corded ladder fetch her down; Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; For which the youthful lover now is gone, And kept severely from resort of men, And this way comes he with it presently ; That no man hath access by day to her. Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keye That my discovery he not aimed at;
kept safe, For love of yon, not hate unto my friend, That no man hath recourse to her by night. Hath made ine publisher of this pretence. Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win
Duke. Upop mine honour, he shall never know dow ? That I had any light from thee of this.
Duke. Her chamber is aloft,far from the ground; Pro. Adieu, my lord; Sir Valentine is coming. And built so shelving that one cannot clinb it
(Exit. Without apparent hazard of his life. Enter Valentine.
Val. Why thea,aladder quaintly made of cords,
To cast up with a pair of unchoring hooks, Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? Woud serve to scale another Hero's tower,
Val. Please it your grace there is a messenger So bold Leander would adventure it.
A !vise me where I may have such a ladder. Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
me that. My health, and happy being at your court. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a That longs for every thing that he can come by while;
Val. By seven o'clock l'll get you suob a lad. I am to break with thee of some affairs,
der. Thas touch me near, wherein thou muet be secret. Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone;