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Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou’lt 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 voyagę, lose thy master; and, in And not without desert so well reputed. losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in Duke. Hata he not a son ? losing thy service, -Why dost thou stop my Val. Ay, my good lord; a son that well demouth?

serves Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. The honour and regarıl 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 lears; 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 fair advantage of his days call thee.

His years but young, but his experience old; Laun. Sir, me what thou darest.

His head unmellow'd, but his judginent ripe ; Pan. Wiit thou go?

And in a word, (for far behind his worth Laun. Well, I will go.

[Ereunt. Come all the praises that I now bestow) SCENE IV. Milan. A Room in the Dake's He is complete in feature, and in mind, Palace.

With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

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, Val. 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 : Pal. Of my mistress then.

I think, 'tis no unwelcoine 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. Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

Duke. Welcome him then according to his Thu. Seem you that you are not?

worth Val. Haply, I do.

Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Thurio : Thu. So do counterfeits?

For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: Val. So do you.

I'll send him hither to you presently: Erit Duke. Thu. What seem I, 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 Thu. How?

soners still. Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being colour?

blind, Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of How could he see his way to seek out you? chameleon.

Val. Why, lady, love hath 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. Thu. 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 Sil. 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. 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 th.s 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.


. Too low a mistress for so bigh 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, gentlernen, no more; here comes Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

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. Sit. That you are welcome ? Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : Pro.

No; that you are worthless. What say you to a letter from your friends

Enter Servant. of much good news? Val. My lord, I will be thankful

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak To any happy messenger, from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your coun- Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Erit Ser. tryman ?

Come, Sir Thurio,

seech you,

niy father.

with you.


you came?

Go with me:-Once more, new servant, wel. In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth : I'll leave you to confer of home affairs; 1 must into 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.

(Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Will you make haste ? Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence Pro. I will.

(Ert Val.

Even as one heat another heat expe's, Pro. Your friends are well, and have them Or as one nail by strength drives on another, much commended.

So the remembrance of my foriner 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 Valentinns paise, Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives Her true perfection, or my false transgression, your love?

That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus 7.
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 imperions 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 :
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; O! but I love his lady too, too much ;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love, And that's the reason I love him little.
Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, How shall I dote on her with more advice,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's That thus without advice begin to love her ?

'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
O, gentle Protens, love's a mighty lord; And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
And hath so humbled me, as, I must confess, But when I look on her perfections,
There is no wo to his correction.

There is no reason but I shall be blind.
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth! If I can check my erring love, I will;
Now, no discorse, except it be of love; If not, to compass her l'll use '

my skill. [Erit. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, SCENE V. The same. A Street. Upon the very naked name of love. Pro. Enough; I read your fortnine in your eye:

Enter Speed and Latince.
Was this the idol that you worship so? Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to

Vat. Even she ; and is she not a heavenly saint 7 Milan.
Pro. No, but she's an earthly paragon.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for Val. Call her divine.

I am not welcome. I reckon this always-ihat 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 When 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 the 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: Luun. 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 proud,

Laun. No, they are both co whole as a fish. Disdain to root the summer-smelling 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 3

him, it stands well with her. Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is no- Speed. 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;

not? She is alone.

My staff understands me. Pro. T'hen let her alone.

Speed. What thou say'st ? 1... Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is), Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll mine own;

but lean, and my staff understands me. And I as rich in having such a jewel,

Speed. 'l 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. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Becanise thou seesť 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 huge,

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 shall never get such a secret front Pro. But she loves you ?

me, but by n parable. Ay, and we are betroth'd ; Speed. 'Tis well

that I get it so. But, Launce, Nay, more, our marriage hour,

how say'st thou, that my master is becomes With all the cunning manner of our flight, notable lover ?'d of: how I must climb her window ; Laun. I never knew him otherwise.

The ladder made of corus; and all the means Speed. Than how ? * Plotted; and 'greed on, for my happiness.

Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest b'm *** Good Proteas, go with me to my chamber,

to be.



Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest | Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my me.

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. Speed. 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 qualify 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

burus; 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 doch Speed. At thy service.

(Eteunt. 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' stones,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
Enter Proteas.

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ;
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; And so by many winding nooks he strays,
To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; With willing sport to the wild ocean.
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; Then let me go, and hinder not my course:
And even that power, which gave me first my I'll be as patient as a gentle stream,

And make a pastime of each weary step, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

Till the last step have brought me io my love; Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: And there I'll rest, as, after much tormoil, O sweet suggesting love, if 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 twinksing star,

Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent But now I worship a celestial san.

The loose encounters of lascivious men: Unheedful vows may heerfully be broken; Gentle Lucetta, fit-me with such weeds And he wants wit, that wants resolved will As may beseem some well reputed page. To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your Kie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,

hair Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;

To be fantastic may become a youth But there I leave to love, where I should love. Of greater time than I shall show to be. Julia I lose ; and Valentine I lose;

Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;

your breeches? If I lose them, thus find I by their foss, Jul. That fits as well, ası" tell me, good my For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.

lord, I to myself am dearer than a friend

What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" For love is still most precious in itself: Why,even what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! Luci You must needs have them with a codShows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.

piece, madam. 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 PN 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 Jovest me, let me have Without some treachery used to Valentine: What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder But tell me, wench, how will the world repute To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;

me, Myself in counsel, his competitor :

For undertaking so unstaid a journey? Now presently I'll give her father notice I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd. Of their disguising, and pretended fight; Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;

go not. For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter: Jul. Nay, that I will not. But, Valentine being gone, PN quickly cross, Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceed. If Proteus like your journey, when you como, ing.

No matter who's displeas'd, when you are goné: Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift. (Exit Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: 1 - SCENE VII. Verona.' A Room in Julia's A thousand oaths, an ocean ot his tears, House.

And instances of infinite of love,

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
"Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect!
And, e'en in kind love, I do conjure thee ;- But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth :
Who art the table wherein all my thoughts His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
Are visibly character'd and engrav'd, 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 stepis ;

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 forbeer, till Proteus make return. To take a note of what Island in need of,




To furnish me upon my longing journey. 'Tis not 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 lieu thereof despatch me hence;

match Come, answer not,

but to it presently, Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleI am impatient of my larriance. (Ereunt.

Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: АСТ II.

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, from Palace.


Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. Neither regarding that she is my child, Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; Nor fearing me as if I were her father: We have some secrets to confer about.- And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

(Exit Thurio. Upon 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

The law of friendship bids me to conceal: I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,
But, when I call to mind your gracious favours and turn her out to who will take her in :
Done to me, undeserving as I am,

Then let her beauty be her wedding dower ; My duty pricks me on to utter that

For me and my possessions she esteems not. Which else no worldly good should draw from Val. What would your grace have me to do

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 affect; 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 agone I have forgot to court And should she be thus 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 may 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 Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

words; pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. More than quick words, do move a woman's Duke. Proteus, 1 thank thee for thine honest mind care;

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent Which to requite, comm 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 aim 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 repulse, 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 promis'd by her How he her chamber-window will ascend,

friends And with a 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 keya That my discovery be not aimed at;

kept safe, For love of you, not hate into 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 winDuke. Upon 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 climb it

[Exit. Without apparent hazard of his life. Enter Valentine.

Val. Why then,a ladder quaintly made of corde,

To cast up with a pair of unchoring books, Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, Val. Please it your grace there is a messenger So bold Leander would adventure it. That stays to bear my letters to my friends, Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, And I am going to deliver them.

A vise me where I may have such a ladder. Duke. Be they of much import 1

Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell Val. The tenor of them doth bat signify 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 Ill get you such a ladI am to break with thee of some affairs,

der. That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone;

me that.


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

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

Laun. Can nothing speak 7 master, shall Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the strike? turn ?

Pro. Whom wouldst thou strike 7 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 you Yal. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my Pro. Sirrah, 1 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 clouk upon me.- So much of bad already hath possess'd them. What letter is this same? What's here 1-To Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, Silvia 1

For they are harsh, untunable, and bad. And here an engine fit for my proceeding? Val. Is Silvia dead ? I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. (read Pro. No, Valentine. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly: Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia And slaves they are to me that send them fying: Hath she forsworn me? 0, could their master come and go as lightly, Pro. No, Valentine. Himself 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?

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 myself, 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 effectual force.) Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. À sea of melting pearl, which some call tears Why, Phaeton (for thon art Merop's son,) Those at her father's chorlish feet she tender'd; Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, With them, npon her knees, her humble self; 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? thein, 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 lears, Is privilege for ihy departnre hence :

Could penctrate her uncompassionate sire ; Thank me for this, more than for all the favours But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die. Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. Besides, her intercession chal's 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, Wal give thee time to leave our royal court, With many bítler 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 upon my life ; But, 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. Val. And why not death, rather than living Pro. Cease to lament for that thoa canst not torment?

help, To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And study help for that which thou lament'st. And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her, Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Is 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 be 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 thoughts. And feed upon the shadow of perfection, Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; 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 love. 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, l'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 If I be not by her fair influence

Of all that may concern thy love affairs : 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 I here, 1 but attend on death :

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


Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north Enter Proteus and Launce.

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 Kim we go to kind; there's not a hair Laun. 1 am but a fool, look yon ; and yet 1 on's head, but 'uis 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, Val. No.

He lives not now, that knows me to be in love: Pro. Who then ? his spirit 7

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

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