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DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. LAUNCE, servant to Protens.

PANTHINO, Servant lo Antonio.
Gentlemen of Verona

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. Oatlaws ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine. SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved

by ValenEGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her escape. LCCETTA, Waitingwoman lo Julia. (LiRO. SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.

Servants, Musicians. SCENE.-Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT 1.

Inhabits in the finest wits of all. SCENE 1. An open Place in Verona.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud. Enter Valentine and Proteus.

ils eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Even so by Love the young and tender wit: Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, Home keeping youth have ever homely wits : Losing his verdure even in the prime;. Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days And all the fair effects of future hopes. To the sweet glauces of thy honour'd love, But wherefore waste time to counsel thee, I rather would entreal thy company,

That art a votary to fond desire ? To see the wonders of the world abroad, Once more adieu : my father at the road Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentines But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our. therein,

leave. Even as I would, when I to love begin. To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. Wilt thou wegone? Sweet Valentine, or thy success in love, and what news else adieu !

Betidetle here in absence of thy friend; Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Some rare note-worthy object in ihy travel : Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!: Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Val. As much to you at home ! and so, farewell! When thou dost moet good hap; and, in thy

(Erit Valentine. daer,

Pro. He after honour hunta, 1 after love. If ever danger do eirviron thee,

He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. For ! will be thy beadsman, Valentine. Thon, Julia, thou ha t metamorphos'd me;

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. War with good counsel, set the world at nought :
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespout. thought.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

Enter Speed.
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

master? Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Pro. But now he parled hence, to embark for boots.

Milan. Val No, I will not, for it boots thee not. Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipped alPro.


ready; Val. To be in love, where scoru is bought with And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. groansi

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading mo- An if the shepherd be a while away. ment's mirth,

Speed. You conclude that my master is & With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: shepherd then, and I a sheep? If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;

Pro. I do. If lost, why then a grievous labour won; Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns However, but a folly bought with wit,

whether I wake or sleep. Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. A silly answer, and fiting well a sheep. Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me Speed. This proves me still a sheep. fool!

Pro. True ; and thy master a shepherd. Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. prove.

Pro. It shall go hard,but P'll prove it by another. Pro Tis love you cavil at ; I am not Love. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, And he that is so yoked by a fool,

and my master seeks not me: therefore I am Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. e sheep. Pro. Yet writers say As in the sweetest bud Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, The eating canker dwells, so eating love Icke shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thoa

ound you.


with yon

for wages followest thy master, thy master for That every day with parle encounter me, wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? sheep.

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show Speed. Such another proof will make me cry

my mind baa.

According to my shallow simple skill. Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Egla. to Julia ?

mor? Speed. Ay, sir; 1, a lost mutton, gave your Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; letter to her, a acel multon; and she, & laced i But, were I you, he never should be mine. muillon, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my, Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? labour.

Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himsell, so, so. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? of multons.

Luc. Lord, lord ! lo ser what folly reigns in us! Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were Jul. How now! what means this passion at est stick her.

his name? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray ; 'twere best Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing

shaine, Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve That I, unworthy body as I am, me for carrying your letter.

Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of au) the rest ? fold.

Luc. Then thus,of many good I think hina Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over

best and over,

Jul. Your reason ? Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; your lover.

I think him so, because I think him so. Pro. But what said she did she nod?

Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love [Speed nods.

or him? Speed. L.

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast Pro. Nod, 1! why, that's noddy.

away. Speed. You mistook, sir; 1 say, she did nod: Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mor'd and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pró. And that set together is-noddy.

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set Jul. His little speaking shows his love but it together, take it for your pains.

smali. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Luc. Fire, that's closest kert, burns most of all. letter.

Jul. They do not love that lo not show their love. Speed. Well, 1 perceive I must be fain to bear Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their

love. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me ? Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; hav- Luc.

Pernse this paper, madam. ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Jul. To Julia.

Say, from whom ? Pro. Deshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Luc.

That the contents will show. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee ? pirse.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : from Proteus : What said she ?

He would have given it you, but I, being in the Speed. Open your purse, that the money and way, the matter may be both at orce delivered. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What

I pray, said she?

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker I. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? Pro. Why 1 Could'st thou perceive so much To whisper and conspire against my youth? trom her?

Now, trust me, 'uis an office of great worth, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from And you an officer fit for the place. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering There, take the paper, see it be return'd; your letter: And being so hard to me that broughi or else return no more into my sight. your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than telling your mind. Give her no token but stones,

hate. for she's as hard as steel.

Jul. Will you be gone? Pro. What, said she nothing?

Luc. That you may ruminate. (Erit. Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the pains. To testify yonr bounty, I thank you, you letter. have sesteru'd me; in requital whereof, hence- It were a shame to call her back again, forth carry your letters yourself: and' so, sir, And pray her to a fault for which I chíd her. I'll commend you to my master.

What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from And would not force the letter to my view'! wreck ;

Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Which they would have the profterer construe, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore:

Ay. I must go send some better messenger ; Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Receiving them from such a wortbless post. And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !

(Exeunt. How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's When willingly I would have had her here! House.

How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

When inward joy enforced my heart to smile
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, And ask remission for my folly past -
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? What ho! Lucetta!
Lue. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheed-

Re-enter Lucetta.
'Sul or all the fair resort of gentlemen, Luc. What would your ladyship?


sing it.

Jul. Is it near dinner time?

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales Luc. I would it were :

bere ? That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. And not upon your maid.

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Jul. What is't you took up

down: So gingerly?

Yel here they shall not lie, for catehing cold. Luc. Nothing.

Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Jui. Why didst thou stoop then ?

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

see ; Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

I see things too, although you judge I wink. Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

[Ereunt. Luc. Madain, it will not lie where it concerns, SCENE III. The same. A Room in Antonio's Unless it have a false interpreter.

House. Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme.

Enter Antonio and Panthino. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune; Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was tha Give me a note : your lady ship can set. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : Pant. "Twas of his nephew, Proteus, your son Best sing it to the tune of Light of love.

Ant. Why, what of him ? Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Jul. Heavy ? belike it hath some burden then. Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you While other men, of slender reputation,

Put forth their sons to seek preferinent out: Jul. And why not you ?

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Some, to discover islands far away ; Jul. Let's see your song: -How now, minion ? Some, to the studious universities.' Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it For any, or for all these exercises, out:

He said, that Proteus, your son was meet; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. And did request me, to importune you, Jul. You do not?

To let him spend his time no niore at home, Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp.

Which would be great impeachment to his age, Jul. Yon, minion, are tou saucy.

In having known no travel in his youth. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:

that There wanteth but a mean to fill your song, Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your uurnly I have considered well his loss of time; base.

And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. Not being try'd and tutor d in the world;
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble Experience is by industry achiev'd,

And perfected by the swift course of time : Here is a coil with protestation !

Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him ?

Tears the letter. Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: How his companion, youthful Valentine, Yon would be fingering them, to anger me. Attends the emperor in his royal court. Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be Ant. I know it well. best pleas'd

Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent To be so anger'd with another letter. Erit.

him thither : Jul. Nay, 'wonld, I were so anger'd with the There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, same!

Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ; O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! And be in eye of every exercise, Injurious wasps ! to seed on such sweet honey, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And kill the bees, which yield it, with your stings ! Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thon advised > I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! The execution of it shall make known; As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Even with the speediest expedition I throw thy name against the bruising stones, I will despatch him to the emperor's court. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Pant. To-morrow, may i' please you, Don At Look, here is writ-love wounded. Proteus ;

phonso, Poor wounded nane! my bosom, as a bed, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly Are journeying to salute the emperor,

And to commend their service to his will. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : go; Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Enter Proteus. Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart :
And throw it thence into the raging sea ! Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-- , that our fathers would applaud our loves,
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To seu, our happiness with their consents !

To the sweet Julia ;-that I'll tear away; O heavenly Julia !
And yet I will not, sith so prettily

Ant. How now ? what letter are you reading He couples it to his complaining names :

there? Thus will I fold them one upon another ; Pro. May't please your lordship, 'uis a word or Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. two

Of commendations sent from Valentine,
Re-enter Lucetta.

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Luc. Madam,

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he Jul. Well, let us go



How happily he lives, how well belor'd I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. And daily graced by the emperor

Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Speed. They are all perceived without you
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish. Val. Without me ? fbey cannot.
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Speed. Without you ! nay, that's certain, for,
And not depending on his friend'y wish. without you were so simple, none else would : but

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish; you are so without these follies, that these follies
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ;. are within yon, and shine through you like the
For what I will, I will, and there an end. water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you,
I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time but is a physician to comment on your malady.
With Valentinns in the emperor's court; Val. But, tell me, dost thou know any lady
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Silvia ?
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. Speed. She that you gaze on so,

she sits at To-morrow be in readiness to go:

surper? Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Val Hast thon observed that I even she I mean. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Please you, deliberate a day or two

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent and yet know'st her not? after thee;

Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir ?
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employed Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
To hasten on his expedition.

Val. What dost thou know? [Exeunt Ant. and Pant. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of your Pro. Thus have 1 shunn'd the fire for fear of well-favour'd. burning;

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: her favour infinite. I fear'd to show my father' Julia's letter, Speed. That's becanse the one is painted, and Lest he shonld take exceptions to my love; the other out of all count. And with the vantage of inine own excuse

Val. How painted ? and how out of count? Hath he excepted most against my love. Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, 0, how this spring of love resembleth

that no man counts of her beauty. The uncertain glory of an April day;

Val. How esteem'st thog me? I account of her Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, beauty; And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Speed. You never saw her since she was de

formed. Re-enter Panthino.

Val. How long hath she been deform'd? Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ;

Speed. Ever since you loved her. He is in haste, therefore, I pray you go.

Vcl. I have loved her ever since I saw her ; Pro. Why, this it is! my heari accords thereto; and still I see her beautiful. And yet a thousand times it answers, no.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. (E.reunt.

Val. Why?
Speed. Becanse love is blind. O, that you had

mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they ACT Il

were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus

for going ungartered. SCENE I. Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Val. What should I see then?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing Enter Valentine and Speed.

deformity : for he, being in love, could not see Speed, Sir, your glove.

to garter his hose; and you, being in love, canVal. Noi mine; my gloves are on.

not see to put on your hose. Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last but one.

morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Val. Ha ! let me see : ay, give it me,it's mine: Speed. I'rue, sir; I was in love with my bed : Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which Ah Silvia ! Silvia !

makes me the bolder to chide yon for yours. Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Val. How now, sirrah ?

Speed. I would you were set, so, your affection Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

would cease. Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ? Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some Speed. Your worship, sir; or else 1 mistook. lines to one she loves. Val. Well, you'll still be ioo forward.

Speed. And have you? Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

Val. I have. slow.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them Silvia ?

Peace, here she comes. Speed. She that your worship loves ?

Enter Silvia. Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Speed. Mariy, by these special marks: First, Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding pupyou have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath petl now will he interpret to her. yonr arms like a male-content: to relish a love- Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand goodsong, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like morrows. one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school- Speed. O, 'give you good event here's a milboy that had lost his ABC; to weep, like a lion of manners.

(Aside. young wench that had buried her grandam; to Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two fast, like one that takes diet ; to watch, like one thousand. that fears robbing; 10 spcak paling, like a beg- Speed. He should give her interest; and she gar at Hollowmas. You were wont, when you gives it him. laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walked, Val As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, letter, it was prezently after dinner; when you looked Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; sadly, it was for want of money; and now you Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, are inetamorphosed with a mistress, that, when But for my duty to your ladyship.

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very meat; 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, clerkly done.

be moved.

(Ereunt. Val. Now irist 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. Sa. Perchance you think too much of so much Pro. Have ; atience, gentle Julia. pains 7

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 I tare not ;

-Pru. Why then we'll make exchange; here, And yet take this again ;--and yet I thank you: take you this. Meaning 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, Vol. 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 quaintly 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. Madam, they are for you.

That tide will stay me longer than I should; Sim. Ay, ay; you writ them, 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 should do : it cannot speak; Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship ano. For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. ther.

Enter Panthino. Sil And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over:

Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for. And, il' it please you, so; if not, why, so.

Pro. Go; I come, I come: Vul. Jf it please me, madam! what then? Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers damb. Sil. Why if it please you take it for your labour;

[Exeunt. And so good-morrow, servant. [Erit Silvia

SCENE II. The same. A street.
Speed. 0 jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on

Enter Launce, leading a Dog.
a stceple!

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 tutor. the prodigions son, and am going with sir ProO excellent device! was there ever heard a bet- teus 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 gran. Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. dam having no eyes, look you, wepı herself blind Val. To whom ?

al my parting Nay, I'll show you the manner Speed. To yourself; why, she wous you by a of it. This shoe is my father :-no, this left shoe

is my father;-no, no, this left shoe is my moWhat 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 'uis: now, sir, you write to yourself? Why, do you not per. this staff is my sister ; for look you, she is as ceira 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, yon perceive her earnest ?

and I am myself: Ay, so, so. Now come I to Val. She gave me none, except in angry word. my fathe Father, your blessing ; now should Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now Val. That's the letter I writ io 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'lis: here's my mother's breath Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well :

up and down : now come 1 to my sister; mark For often have you wrii 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. Lannce, 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 you, sir ? 'lis dinner-time.

tarry any longer. Val. I have dined.

Laun. It's no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chame- it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? nourished by my victuals, and would fain havel Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here: Crab, my dog.

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