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How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Val. Neither.
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may Pro. What then ?
bear it

Val. Nothing
Cnder a cloak that is of any length.

Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the strike?
turn ?

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

Laun. Nothing.
Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak; Pro. Villain, forbear.
I'll get me one of such another length.

Laun. Why,sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray youVal. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, lord.

a word.
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear
cloak -

good news,
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Whai letter is this same? What's here ?-To Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
Silvia !

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.
And here an engine fit for my proceeding? Val. Is Silvia dead ?
I'll be 50 bold to break the seal for once. I reads. Pro. No, Valentine.
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly: Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !
And laves they are to me that send them llying: Hath she forsworn me?
O, could their master come and go as lightly, Pro. No, Valentine.
Himzelf would lodge where senseless they are Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn
lying,

me !
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest What is your news ?
them;

Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you
While 1, their king, that hither them importune, are vanish'd.
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news:
bless'd them,

From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy
Because myself do want my servants' fortune: friend.
I curse mysaf, for they are sent by me, Val. 0, 1 have fed upon this wo already,
That they should harbour where their lord And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
should be.

Doth Silvia know that I am banish'd ?
What's here?

Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,
Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee! (Which, unrevers'd, stands in eflectual force,)
'Tis 50; and here's the ladder for the purpose. À sea of melting pearl, which some call tears;
Why, Phaeton (for thou art Merop's son,) Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, With them, upon her knees, her humble selt';
And with thy daring folly burn the world 1 Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became
Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee? them,
Go, base intruder ! over-weening slave ! As if but now they waxed sale for wo:
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates: But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
is privilege for ihy departure hence:

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours But Valentine, it he be ta'en, must die.
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Besides, her intercession chat'd him so
But if ihou linger in my territories

When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Longer than swiftest expedition

That to close prison he commanded her,
Will give thee time to leave our royal court, With many bitter threats of 'biding there.
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love Val. No more; unless the next word that thou
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

speak'st,
Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse, Have some malignant pow'r npon my life;
Bai, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
hence.

[Erit Duke. As ending anthem of my endless dolour. Fal And why not death, rather than living Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not torment?

help,
To die, is to be banish'd from myself ;

And study help for that which thon lament'st.
And Silvia is myself ; banish'd from her, Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Js self from self; a deadly banishment!' Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen ? Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
What joy is joy, if Silvia he not by ?

Hope is a lover's staff'; walk hence with that,
Unless it be to think that she is by,

And manage it against despairing thonghts. And feed upon the shadow of perfection, Thy letters may be here, though thou art bence; Except I be by Silvia in the night,

Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd There is no music in the nightingale ;

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy lore.
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

The time now serves not to expostulate :
There is no day for me to look upon;

Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate ;
She is my essence; and I leave to be,

And, e'er 1 part with thee, confer at large I be not by her fair influence

Of all that may concern thy love atlairs :
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
I fly not death, to fiy his deadly doom;

Regard thy danger, and along with me.
Tarry 1 here, I but attend on death :

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.

boy, Enter Protens and Launce.

Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north

gate. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. So-ho! so-ho!

Val. O my dear Silvia ! hapless Valentine ! Pro. What seest thou ?

Ereunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hair Laun. I am but a fool, look yon; and yet I on's head, but 'us a Valentine.

have the wit to think, my master is a kind of a Pro. Valentine?

knave : but that's all one, if he be but one knave. Pal. No.

He lives not now, that knows me to be in love : Pro. Who then ? his spirit ?

yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not

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pluck that from me ; nor who 'tis I love, and Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor.
yet 'tis a woman: but what woman, I will not Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will
tell myself : and yet 'tis a inilk-maid : yet 'tis not, I will; for good things should be praised.
not a maid, for she hath had gossips : yei 'uis a Speed. Item, She is too liberal.
maid, for she is her master's inaid, and serves for Laun. Or her tongue, she cannot; for that's
wages. She hath more qualities than a water- writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall
spaniel,-which is much ina bare Christian. Here not; for that I'll keep shut; now of another thing
is the cate-lug (Pulling out a paper) of her con- she may; and that cannot í help. Well, proceed.
dition. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and
Why, a horse cando no more; nay, a horse can- more faults than hairs, and more wealth than
not fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better faults.
than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a Laun. Stop there ; I'll have her; she was mine,
sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article:

Rehearse that once more.
Enter Speed.

Speed. Jtem, She hath more hair than uit Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll with your mastership?

prove it: The cover of the salt fides the salt, Laun. With my master's ship? why it is at sea. and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair Speed. Well, your old vice still, mistake the that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for word :

the greater hides the less. What's next? What news then in your paper ?

Speed. And more faults than hairs.Laun. The blackest news that ever thou Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were heard'st.

out! Speed. Why, man, how black ?

Speed. And more wealth than faults. Laun. Why, as black as ink.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults graSpeed. Let me read them.

cious : Well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not as not ing is impossible, read.

Speed What thens Speed. Thou liest, I can.

Laun. Why, then will I tell thee, that thy masLaun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who be- ter stays for thee at the north-gate. got thee?

Speed. For me? Speed. Marry, the son of my grandtather. Laun. For thee! ay; who art thou ? he hath

Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of staid for a better man than thee. thy grandmother: this proves that thou canst Speed. And must I go to him? not read.

Laun. Thou must run to bim, for thon hast staid Speed. Come, fool, come : try me in thy paper. so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Laun. There : and saint Nicholas be thy speed! Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner ? 'rox of Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

your love-letters!

Erit. Laun. Ay, that she can.

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust Laun. And therefore comes the proverb, himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. boy's correction.

[Exit. Speed. Item, She can sew.

SCENE II.
Laun. That's as much as to say, can she so ? The same.

A Room in the Duke's Palace,
Speed. Item, She can knit.
Laun. What need a man care for a stock with

Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus behind. a wench, when she can knit him a stock. Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

love you, Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Now Valentine is banished from her sight. be washed and scoured.

Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Speed. Item, She can spin.

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, That I am desperate of obtaining her. wlien she can spin for her living,

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figura Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Trench'd in ice; which with an hour's heat Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. that, indeed, know not their fathers, and there- A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, fore have no names.

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot
Speed. Here follow her vices.

How now, Sir Proteus ? Is your countryman,
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. According to our proclamation, gone ?
Spe-d. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, Pro. Gone, my good lord.
in respect of her breath.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grievoue'y Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that gries. breakfast: Read on.

Duke. So I believe; but Thirio thinks not so. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath. (For thou hast shown some sign of good desert) Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep. Makes me the better to confer with thee. Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, in her talk.

Let me not live to look upen your grace. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would Laun. O villain, that set this down among her effect vices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. virtue : ! pray thee, out with't ; and place it for Pro. I do, my lord. her chief virtue.

Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Speed. Item, She is proud.

How she opposes her against my will. Laun. Out with that too, it was Eve's legacy, Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was and cannot be ta'en from her.

here. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.

Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. Laun. I care not for that neither, because I What might we do, to make the girl forget love crusts.

The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio ? Speed. Item, She is curst.

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Laun. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; bite

(Three things that wonen highly hold in hala

lose ;

Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down bate.

with 'em. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it :

Enter Valentine and Speed.
Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Duke. Then you must undertake to slander

about you; him.

If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do: Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains Tis an ill office for a gentleman;

That all the travellers do fear so much. Especially against his very friend.

Val. My friends, Duke. Where your good word cannot advan- 1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. tage him,

2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him. Your slander never can endamage him; 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a Therefore the office is indifferent,

proper man. Being entreated to it by your friend.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to Pro. You have prevailed, my lord ; if I can do

A man I am, cross'd with adversity : By aught that I can speak in dispraise, My riches are these poor habiliments, She shall not long continue love to him. of which if you should here disfurnish me, Bu say, this weed her love from Valentine, You take the stem and substance that I have. It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio. 2 Out. Whither travel you? Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Val. To Verona. him,

1 Out. Whence came you? Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,

Val. From Milan. You must provide to bottom it on me;

3 Out. Have you long sojourned there? Which must be done, by praising me as much Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine.

have staid, Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. kind;

1 Out. What, were you banished thence ? Because we know, on Valentine's report,

Val. I was. You are already love's firm votary,

2 Out. For what offence? And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Val. For that which now torments me to re. Upon this warrant shall you have access,

hearse : Where you with Silvia inay confer at large; I kill's a man, whose death I much repent; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, But yet I slew him manfully in fight, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Without false vantage, or base treachery. Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, 1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so, To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Pro. Aš mnch as I can do, I will efect: Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. Bat you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; 1 Out. Have you the tongues? You must lay lime, io tangle her desires, Val. My youthful travel therein made me By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

happy; Should be full franght with serviceable vows. Or else I often had been miserable. Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat poesy.

friar, Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty This fellow were a king for our wild faction. You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: 1 Out. We'll have him ; sirs, a word. Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears Speed. Master, be one of them ; Moist it again; and frame soine feeling line, It is an honourable kind of thievery. That may discover such integrity :

Val. Peace, villain ! for Orpheus' lute was strong with poet's sinews;| 2 Out. Tell us this: Have you any thing to Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, take to? Make tigers lame, and huge leviathans

Val. Nothing but my fortune. Forsake unsounded deeps to Or.nce on sands. 3 Out. Know, then, that some of us are gentleAfter your dire lamenting eleries,

men, Visit by night your lady's chamber window Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth With some sweet consort; to their instruments Thrust from the company of awful men: Tane a deploring dump; the night's dead silence Myself was from Verona banish'd, Will well become such sweet complaining griev. For practising to steal away a lady, ance.

An heir, and near allied unto the duke. This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

2 Out. 'And I from Mantna, for a gentleman, Duke. This discipline sh ws, thou hast been in Whom, in my mood, I stabbed unto the heart. love.

1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac. But to the purpose, --- (for we cite our faults, tice.

That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives.) Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd Let us into the city presently

With goodly shape; and by your own report To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick : A linguist; and a man of such perfection,

have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, As we do in our quality much want :To give the onset to thy good advice.

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, Duke. About it, gentlemen.

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you: Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after sup. Are you content to be our general ? per :

To make a virtue of necessity, And aiterward determine our proceedings. And live, as we do, in tlfis wilderness? Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. 3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be of our

[Ereunt. consort?

Say ay, and be the captain of us all;
ACT IV.

We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, SCENE I. A Forest, near Mantua.

Love thee as our commander and our king:

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Enter certain Out-laws.

2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we 1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. have offer'd.

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Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; Host. How ? out of tune on the strings ? Provided that you do no outrages

Jul. Not so; but yet 30 false that he grieves On silly women, or poor passengers.

my very heart-strings. 3 Out. No, we detest such vile, base practices. Host. You have a quick ear. Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, Jul Ay, I would, I were deafl it makes me And show thee all the treasure we have got ; have a slow heart. Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.

[Ereunt. Jul. Not a whit, when it jors so. SCENE II. Milan. Court of the Palace.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick!

Jul. Ay! that change is the spite.
Enter Proteus.

Host. You would have them always play but
Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, one thing?
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. I would always have one play but one Under the colour of commending him,

thing. But, host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we I have access my own love to prefer ;

talk on, often resort unto this gentlewoman? But Silvia is too fair, too trne, too holy, Host. 'I tell you what Launce, his man, tol To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. me, he loved her out of all nick. When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. Where is Launce? She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow When to her beauty 1 commend my vows, by his master's command, he must carry for She bids me think, how I have been forsworn, present to his lady. In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd: Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips, Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope, That yon shall say, my cunning drift excels. Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Thu: Where meet we? The more it grows and fawneth on her still. Pro. At Saint Gregory's well. But here comes Thurio; now must we to her Thu. Farewell. [Exeunt Thu. and Musicians.

window, And give some evening musick to her ear.

Silvia appears above, at her window.

Pro. Madam, good even to your lady ship. Enter Thurio, and Musicians.

Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen : Thu. How now, Sir Proteus ? are you crept Who is that, that spake? before us?

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's
Pro. Ay,gentle Thurio; for, yon know that love truth,
Will creep in service where it cannot go. You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Pro. Sir Proteus,gentle lady, and your servant.
Thu. Who? Silvia ?

Sil. What is your will ?
Pro. Ay, Silvia,- for your sake.

Pro. That I may compass yours. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gentle sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,men,

That presently yon bie you home to bed, Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.

Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man! Enter Host, at a distance; and Julia, in boy's To be seduced by thy flattery,

Think'st thout I am so shallow, so conceitless, clothes.

That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows? Host. Now, my young guest ! methinks, you're Return, return, and make thy love amends. allycholly ; I pray you, why is it ?

For me,--by this pale gneen of night I swear, Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be I am so far from granting thy request, merry.

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; Host. Come, we'll have you merry : I'll bring And by and by intend to chide myself, you where you shall hear musick, and see the Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. gentleman that you ask'd for.

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady; Jul. But shall í hear hinn speak?

But she is dead. Host. Ay, that you shall.

Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it; Jul. That will be musick. (Musick plays. For, I am sure, she is not buried. (Aside. Host. Hark! hark !

sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Jul. Is he among these ?

Survives; to whom. thyself art witness, Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear 'em.

I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd

To wrong him with thy importunacy?
Song:

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Who is Silvia? What is she,

sil. And so suppose am !; for in his grave, That all our sunins commend her? Assure thyrell, my love is buried. Holy, fair, and wise, is she;

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. The heavens such grace did lend her, Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers That she might admired be.

thence;
Is she kind as she is fair?

Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.
For beauty lives with kindness : ,

Jul. He heard not that.

[ Aside Love doth to her eyes repair,

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, . To help him of his blindness :

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, And, being help'd, inhabits there. The picture that is hanging in your chamber;

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep : Then to Silvia let us sing,

For, since the substance of your perfect self
That Silvia is ercelling;

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
She excels each mortal thing,

And to your shadow will I make true love.
Upon the dull earth duelling:

Jul. If 'twere a substance, you would, sure To her let us garlands bring.

deceive it, Host. How now ? are you sadder than you were And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside before?

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; How do you, man? the musick likes you not. But, since your falsehood shall become you we!!

Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, Host. Why, my pretty youth ?

Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Jul. He plays false, father. 1

And so good rest.

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As wretches have o'ernight, to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, That wait for execution in the morn.

'tis a foul thing, when a cur cannot keep himself [Ereunt Proteus: and Silvia from above. in all companies! I would have, as one should Jul. Host, will you go?

say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, Host, By my hallidom, 1 was fast asleep. to be, as it were, a dog at all things. "If I had Jul. 'Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus ? not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon Host Marry, at my house : Trust rae, I think, me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged 'ris almost day.

for't: sure as I live, he had suffer'd fort; you Jul. Not so, but it hath been the longest night shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the comThat e'er 1 watch'd, and the most beaviest. pany of three or four gentleman-like dogs, under

[Exeunt. ihe duke's table; he had not been there (bless SCENE IL. The same.

the mark) a pissing while; but all the chamber

suelt him. But with the dog, says one; What Enter Eglamour.

cur is that? says another; Whip him out, says Egl. This is the hour that Madam Silvia the third; Hang him up, says the duke. 1, Entreated me to call and know her mind : having been acquainted with ihe smell before, There's some great matter she'd ercploy me in.- knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow Madam, madam!

that whips the dogs: Friend, quoth 1, you mean

to whip the dog? Ay, marry, do 1, quoth he. Silvia appears above, at her window.

You do him the more wrong, quoth'l; 'twas I Sil. Who calls ?

did the thing you wot of. He makes me no more Egl. Your servant, and your friend;

ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How One that attends your lady ship's command. many masters would do this for their servants? Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good mor- Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for row.

puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. executed : 1 have stood on the pillory for geese According to your lady ship's impose,

he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered fort; I am thus early come, to know what service thou think not of this now !-Nay, I rememIt is your pleasure to command ine in.

ber the trick you served me, when I took my Sil o Eglamour, thou art a gentleraan, leave of madam Silvia : did not I bid thee still Think not, I flatter, for I swear, 1 do not,). mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see Valiant, wise, remorseful, well-accomplish'd. me heave up my leg, and make water against a Thou art not ignorant, what dear good-will gentlewoman's farthingale ? didst thou ever see I bear upto the banish'd Valentine;

me do such a trick ?
Nor how my father would enforce me marry

Enter Proteus and Julia.
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr'd.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say, Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart, And will employ thee in some service presently
As when thy iady and thy truelove died, Jul. In what you please :-I will do what I
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

Pro. I hope thou wilt. --How now, you whore-
To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode;

son peasant!

[To Launce. And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,

Where have you been these two days loitering?
I do desire thy worthy company,

Laun. Marry sir, I carried mistress Silvia the
Upon whose faith and honour I repose dog you bade me.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel ?
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief ; Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur;
And on the justice of my flying

hence, and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for To keep me from a most unholy match,

such a present.
Which' heaven and fortune still reward with Pro. But she received my dog?
plagues.

Laun. No, indeed, did she not: here have I 1 do desire thee, even from a heart

brought him back again. As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me?
To bear me company, and go with me: Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stolen
If not, to hide what l'have said to thee, from me by the hangman's boys in the market-
That I may venture to depart alone.

place: and then 1 offered her mine own; who
Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances; is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the
Which since I know they virtuously are placed, gift the greater.
I give consent to go along with you;

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again,
Recking as little what betideth me,

Or ne'er return again into my sight.
As much I wish all good befortune you. Away, I say ; Stay'st thou to vex me here?
When will you go?

A slave, that, still an end turns me to shame.
Sil. This evening coming.

(Exit Launce. Egl. Where shall I meet you?

Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
. At friar Patrick's cell,

Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
Where I intend holy confession.

That can with some discretion do my business,
Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:

For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;
Good-morrow, gentle lady.

But chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour:
Sil. Geod-morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. Which (if my augury deceive me not)

[Exeunt. Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth : SCENE IV. The same.

Therefore know thon, for this I entertain thee.

Go presently and take this ring with thee,
Enter Launce, with his dog.

Deliver it to madam Silvia :
When a man's servant shall play the cur with She loved me well deliver'd it to me.
him, look you, it goes bard: one that I brought Jul. It seems you loved her not, to leave her
up of a puppy ; one that I saved from drowning, token:
when three or four of his blind brothers and she's dead, belike.
sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as Pro. Not so; I think, she lives.
one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a Jul. Alas!
dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a present to Pro. Why dost thon cry, alas?
mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no Jul. I cannot choose but pity her:
sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her?

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