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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

That could controal the moon, make flows and ebbs, When no man was his own.

And deal in her command, without her power: Alon. Give me your hands : [To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,

(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them That doth not wish you joy!

To take my life: two of these fellows you Gon. Be't so! Amen!

Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine. amazedly following.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

Seb. He is drunk now; where had he wine?
This fellow could not drown:- Now, blasphemy, Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? they
Hast thou no mouth by land ? What is the news? Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? –

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Our king, and company; the next, our ship, - Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last,
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, – that, I fear me, will never ont of my bones: I shall not
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when fear fly-blowing.
We first put out to sea.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?
Ari. Sir, all this service

Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp. Have I done, since I went. Aside.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah ? Pro. My tricksy spirit !

Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen Alon. This is as strange a thing, as e'er I look'd on. From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither?

[Pointing to Caliban. Boats. If i did think, sir, I were well awake, Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, As in his shape: - Go, sirrah, to my cell; And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Take with you your companions; as you look Where, but even now, with strange and several noises To have my pardon, trim it handsomely! of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Wewere awak'd ; straightway, at liberty:

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld

And worship this dull fool! Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Pro.Go to; away! Capering to eye her: Ona trice, so please you, Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you Even in a dream, were we divided from them,

found it ! And were brought moping hither.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Ari. Was't well done?

Pro.Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, Pro. Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt Aside. To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest be free.

For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste Alon. This is as strange a maze, as e'er men trod : With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it And there is in this business more than nature Go quick away: the story of my life, Was ever conduct of: some oracle

And the particular accidents, gone by, Must rectify our knowledge.

Since I came to this isle. And in the morn, Pro. Sir, my liege,

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Do not infest your mind with beating on

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
The strangeness of this business! at pick'd leisure, Ofthese our dear-beloved solemniz'd,
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you And thence retire me to my Milan, where
(Which to you shall seem probable,) of every Everythird thought shall be my grave.
These happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful, Alon, I long
And think of each thing well!— Come hither, spirit! To hear the story of your life, which must

Aside. Take the earstrangely.
Set Caliban and his companions free!

Pro. I'll deliver all; Untie the spell!- [Exit Ariel.) - How fares my gra- And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, cious sir?

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch There are yet missing of your company

Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel ! – chick, Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

That is thy charge; then to the elements Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Be free, and fare thou well! – [Aside.] — Please you Trixculo, in their stolen apparel.

draw near!

[Exeunt. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:--Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

EPILOGUE. Trin. If these be true spies which I wearin my head, here's a goodly sight.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown, Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! And what strength I have's mine own; How fine my master is! I am afraid

Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true, He will chastise me.

I must be here confined by you, Seb. Ha, ha!

Orsent to Naples: Let me not, What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Since) have my dukedom got, Will money buy them?

And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell Ant. Very like; one of them

In this bare island, by your spell;
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

But release me from my bands,
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, With the help of your good hands!
Then say, if they be true!—This mis-shapen knave,- Gentle breath of yours my sails
His mother was a witch; and one so strong

Must fill, or else my project fails,




Which was to please: Now I want

Which pierces so, that it assaults Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;

Mercy itself, and frees all faults. And my ending is despair,

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Unlesss I be reliev'd by prayer;

Let your indulgence set me free!



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Person of the

of the Dr a m a. Duke of Milas, father to Silvia.

Paxtliro, servant to Antonio. VALENTINE,

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. PROTEUS gentlemen of Verona.

Out-laws. 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 Valentine. EGLAMOUK, agent for Silvia, in her escape.

Lucetta, waiting woman to Julia.
SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.

Servants, Musicians.
Launce, servant to Proteus.
Scene, - Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

Methinks, should not be chronieled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
SCENEI. An open place in Verona, The eating canker dwells, so eating love

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus! Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow,
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

Even so by love the young and tender wit
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, I rather would entreat thy company,

Losing his verdure even in the prime, To see the wonders of the world abroad,

And all the fair effects of future hopes. Than, living dully sluggardiz’d at home,

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

That art a votary to fond desire?
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Once more adieu ! my father at the road
Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Ďalentine, adieu ! Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Val. Sweet Protens, no! now let us take our leave.
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel !

At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

Of thy success in love, and what news else
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, Betideth here, in absence of thy friend;
If ever danger do environ thee,

And I likewise will visit thee with minc.
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers!

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine !

Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell ! Val. And on a love-book pray for my success!

[Exit Valentine, Pro. Upon some book, I'll love, I'll pray for thee. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
How young Leander crossid the Hellespont.

I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me,
For he was more than over shoes in love.

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
And yet you never swom the Hellespont.

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots !

Enter Speed. l'al. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master ? Pro. What?

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.
Val. To be

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already;
In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : An if the shepherd be awhile away.
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

then, and I a sheep? However, but a folly bought with wit,

Pro. I do.
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. wake or sleep.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep!
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.

Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : Pro, True; and thy master a shepherd.
And he, that is so yoked by a fool,

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

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Pro. It shall go hard, batI'll prove it by another. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my mind, master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep. According to my shallow simple skill.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour? shepherd for food follows not the sheep;thou for wages Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; followest thy master, thy master for wages follows But, were l you, he never should be mine. not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

Jul. What think'st thou of therich Mercatio ? Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so.' Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Julia ?

Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! Speed. Ay, sir: 1, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. Pardon, dear madam ! 'tis a passing shame, me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

That I, unworthy body as I am, Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. muttons.

Jul. Why noton Proteus, as of all the rest ? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him best. stick her.

Jul. Your reason? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; you.

I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? carrying your letter.

Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. lover.

Luc. Fire that is closest kept burns most of all. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? (Speed nods. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Speed. I.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy.

Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you Luc. Peruse this paper, madam! ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I.

Jul. To Julia, - Say, from whom? Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

Luc. That the contents will shew. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? ther, take it for your pains !

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Proteus : Speed. Well, I perceive, Imust be fain to bear with He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, you.

Didin your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray ! Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. And you an officer fit for the place.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief! What There, take the paper,'sce it be return'd;
said she ?

Or else return no more into my sight! Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than hate. matter, may be both at once delivered.

Jul. Will you be gone?
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains ! What said she?) Luc. That you may ruminate.

[Exit. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her? Jul. And yet, I would, I had o’erlook'd the letter. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? It were a shame to call her back again, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; And pray her to a fault for which ichid her. no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, and would not force the letter to my view? she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that her no token but stones! for she's as hard as steel." Which they would have the proflerer construe, Ay. Pro. What, said she nothing?

Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains ! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters How churlishly Ichid Lucetta hence,
yourself! and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. When willingly lwould have had her here!

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
Being destined to a drier death on shore:-

My penance is, to call Lucetta back, I must go send some better messenger;

And ask remission for my folly past : I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

What ho! Lucetta! Receiving them from such a worthless post: [Exeunt.

Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. What would your ladyship?
SCENE II.— The same. Garden of Julia's house. Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Enter Julia and LUCETTA.

Luc. I would it were ;
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? And not upon your maid. Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. What is't you took up Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

So gingerly? That every day with parle encounter me,

Luc. Nothing.

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Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then ?

SCENE IJI. — The same. A room in Antonio's Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.

house. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Enter Antonio and PantaixO. Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Jul. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns ! Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Unless it have a false interpreter.

Ant. Why, what of him?
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;
Give me a note : your ladyship can set.

While other men, of slender reputation,
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Put forth their sons, to seek preferment out:
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Some, to discover islands far away; Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Some, to the studious universities. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. For any, or for all these exercises, Jul. And why not you?

He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
Luc. I cannot reach so high.

And did request me, to impórtane you,'
Jul. Let's see your song ! - How now, minion? To let him spend his time no more at home,
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Which would be great impeachment to his age,
And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune,

In having known no travel in his youth.
Jul. You do not?

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.

Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

I have considered well his loss of time,
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And how he cannot be a perfect man,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. And perfected by the swift course of time:
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Here is a coil with protestation. - (Tears the letter. How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Go, get yon gone; and let the papers lie!

Attends the emperor in his royal court. You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Ant. I know it well. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him pleas'd

thither: To be so anger'd with another letter.

(Exit. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the 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 feed on such sweet honey, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: l'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 execution I throw thy name against the bruising stones,

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, Look, here is writ - love-wounded Proteus : With other gentlemen of good esteem, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,

Are journeying to salute the emperor, Shall lodgethee, will thy wound be throughly heal'd; and to commend their service to his will. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

Ant. Good company! with them shall Proteus go : But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And, in good time, - now will we break with him. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,

Enter PROTEUS Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: And throw it thence into the raging sea !

0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, - To seal our happiness with their consents ! Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus

O heavenly Julia! To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? And yet I will not, sith so prettily

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two He couples it to his complaining names;

Of commendation sent from Valentine, Thus will I fold them one upon another;

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news! Re-enter LUCETTA.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. How happily he lives, how well beloved,
Jul. Well, let us go!

And daily graced by the emperor;
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telltales here? Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will,
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And not depending on his friendly wish.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; Muse not, that I thus suddenly proceed;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.

For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (Exeunt. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time

With Valentinus in the emperor's court;


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What maintenance he from his friends receives, Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? To-morrow be in readiness to go:

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and Please you, deliberate a day or two!

yet knowest her not? Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? thee.

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd

Val. What dost thou know?
To hasten on his expedition. (Exeunt Ant. and Pant. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well fa-

Pro. Thus have I shunn’d the fire, forfear of burning; voured.
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her fa-
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

vour infinite. Lest he should take exceptions to my love;

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the And with the vantage of mine own excuse

other out of all count. Hath he excepted most against my love.

Pal. How painted ? and how out of count? 0, how this spring of love resembleth

Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that The uncertain glory of an April day;

no man counts of her beauty. Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,

Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Re-enter PanthinO.

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

Speed. Ever since you lov'd her. He is in haste; therefore, I pray yon, go!

Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I
Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords thereto; see her beautiful.
And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Exeunt. Speed. If you love her, yon cannot see her.

Val. Why?

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine

eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have, SCENEI. — Milan. An apartment in the Duke's

chid at sir Proteus, for going ungartered! palace.

Val. What should I see then ?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deSpeed. Sir, your glove.

formity : for he, being in love, could not see to garter · Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but your hose.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last morVal. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:- ning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !

Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed : I thank Ah Silvia! Silvia !

you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!

bolder to chide you for yours. Val. How now, sirrah?

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward..

one she loves.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Speed. And have you ?
Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia? Val. I have.
Speed. She that your worship loves?

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Peace, Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have here she comes. learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a

Enter Silvia. male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-red- Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet ! now breast; to walk alone,like one that hath the pestilence; will he interpret to her.

[ Aside. to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; Val. Madam and mistress, a thousandgood-morrows. to weep, like a young wench that had buried her gran- Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of dam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like manners.

[4side. one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one him.

Aside. of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of mo- Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; ney; and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my Bat for my duty to your ladyship. master.

Sil. Ithank you,gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done. Val. Are all these things perceived in me?

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off"; Speed. They are all perceived without you.

For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Val. Without me? they cannot.

I writ at random, very doubtfully. Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? without you were so simple, none else would; but you Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, are so without these follies, that these follies are Please you command, a thousand times as much : within you, and shine through you like the water in an And yet,urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physi- sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the seqnel; cian to comment on your malady.

And yet I will not name it:- and yet I care not ;






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