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Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Ju tlıy 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 are 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, werol you, he never should be mine.
not thee : therefore, thou art a sheep.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich 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 ? gay'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: I, 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 not on 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 reasou ? 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. Yon 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. "Tisthreefold 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. Nud, I ? why, that's noddy.

Jul. I would, I know 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 Pru. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Proteus : Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, you.

Did in 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, 'uis 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, see 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 fce 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. 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 I chid 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 profferer construe, Ay. Pro. What, said she nothivg?

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 I chid Lucetta hence, yourself ! and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. When willingly I would have had her here!

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Howangerly 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'shouse. 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 anheedfully. 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 III. 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 PanthiNO. 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 hin?
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 sous, to seek preferment out:
Best siugit 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.

Sonie, 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 importune 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, uc. 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 Valeutine,
Go, get you 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'a

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. Mike thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: 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 kuowa; 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 conseuts! 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;

What maintenance le 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. Nomore of stay! to-morrow thon must go.

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

Tal. 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, for fear 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,

vourinfinite. 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 ont of all count. Hath he excepted most against my love.

Val. 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 PartHiNO.

Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Pant. Sir Protens, 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, you cannot see her.

Val. Why?

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine
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eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have, SCENEI. — Milan. An apartment in the Duke's when you chid at sir Proteas, for going ungartered! palace.

l'al. What should I see then ? Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

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 mor-
Val. 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 allection 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 kuow 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?

V al. 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 Suvia. male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-red- Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding pappet! 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 thousand good-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.

(Aside. 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; aud 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 proceedin, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my But for my duty to your ladyship,

Sil. I thank 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.

Tor, being ignorant to whom it goes, Val. Without me? they caunot.

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 , bat is a physi- sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; cian to comment on your malady.

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

one.

cease.

master.

reason.

father;

no, this left shoe

And yet take this again;--- and yet I thank you ; Pro. Ilere is my hand for my true constancy;
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet [ Aside. Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? The next cosuing hour some foul mischance
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Torment me for my love's forgetfuluess!
But since unwillingly, take them again;

My father stays my coming; answer not;
Nay, take them!

The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears; Val. Madanı, they are for you.

That tide will stay me longer than I should ; Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request;

(Exit 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 another. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it. Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over:

Enter PANTHINO. And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for. Val. If it please me, madam! what then?

Pro. Go; I come, I come : Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. (Exeunt And so good-morrow, servant ! (Exit Silvia. Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,

SCENEIII, The same. A street. As a nose on a mau's face, or a weathercock on a

Enter Launce, leading a dog. steeple!

Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere) have done weepMy master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor, ing; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? und am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. That my master, being sçribe, to himself should write I think, Crab my dog bethe sourest-natured dog that the letter?

lives : my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sisVal. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with ter crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her yourself?

hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone,

a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than Val. To do what?

a dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herVal. To whom?

self blind at my parting.

Nay, I'll show you the marSpeed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. ner of it: This shoe is my Val. What figure?

is my father; no, no, this left shoe is

my

mother; Speed. By a letter, I should say.

nay, that cannot be so neither ; – yes, it is so, it is so; Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?

it hath the worser sole: This shoe, with the hole in it, Speed. Whut need she, when she hath made you write is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance on't to yourself? Why, do you not perceive tho jest? there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look Ďal. No, believe me.

you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did you this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog:- no, the dog perceive her earnest?

is himself, and I am the dog :-0, the dog is Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my

father; Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.

Father, your blessing! Now should not the shoe speak * Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my father; well

, Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there he weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (0, that she

could speak now !) like a wood woman; — well, I kissed Val. I would, it were no worse.

her; — why, there'tis; here's my mother's breath up Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well :

and down : now come I to my sister; mark the moan she For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor Orelse for want of idle time, could not again reply ; speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind

Enter Panthixe. discover,

Pant. Eannce, away, away, aboard! thy master is Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's lover.

the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass ! you All this I speak in print; for in print I found it. will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer, Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time.

Laun. It is no matter, if the tyd were lost; for it is Val. I have dined.

the unkindest ty'd, that ever any man ty’d. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cameleon Pant. What's the unkindest tide? Love can fced on the air, I am one that am nourished Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not

Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, like your mistress; be moved, be moved ! [Exeunt. in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy

yoyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, SCENE II. - Verona. A room in Julia's house. lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, — Why Enter PROTEUS and Julia.

dost thou stop my mouth? Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia !

Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pant. Where should I lose my tongue? Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Laun. In thy tale. Jul. If you turu not, you will return the sooner: Pant. In thy tail ? Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Laun. Lose thotide, and the voyage, and the master,

{Giving a ring. and the service? The tide! - Why, man, if the river Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, take you were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears'; if the wind this!

were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

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Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Made use and fair advantage of his days;
Pant Wilt thou go?

His years but young, but his experience old;
ike,
Laun. Well, I will go.

(Exeunt. His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; schance

And, in a word, (for far behind his worth ness! SCENE IV. – Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Come all the praises that I now bestow,) not; palace.

Heis complete in feature, and in mind, tears;

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Taurio, and Speed. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
should;
Sil. Servant

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he makethis good,
Val. Mistress?

He is as worthy for an empress' love,
out a word?
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
ord, to grace it
Speed. Not of you.

With commendation from great potentates;
Val
. Of my mistress then.

And here he means to spend his timea-while:
Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him.

I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Sil. Servant, you are sad.

Val. Should I have wish'd athing, it had been he.
rs damb. (Escuz!
Pol. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

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

Silvia, I speak to you, and you, sir Thurio :
Val
. Haply, I do.

For Valentine, I need not'cite him to it:
a dog.
Thu. So do counterfeits.

I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke. have done to

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
Thu. What seem I, that I am not?

Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Val. Wise.

Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Thu. What instance of the contrary?

Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them
natured dogt
Val. Your folly.

Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Thu. And how quote you my folly?

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
Val
. I quote it in your jerkin.

still.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind,
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

How conld he see his way to seek out you?
Thu.How?

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour? Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of came Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
leon.

Upon a homely object love can wink.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood,

Enter PROTEUS.
than live in your air.

Sil. Have done, have done! here comes the gentle-
Val. You have said, sir.
Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !- Mistress, I beseech
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin. you,
isterTos, bant il. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly Confirm his welcome with some special favour!

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, .
Val.Tisindeed, madam ; wethank the giver. If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Sil. Who is that, servant?

Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
Val. Yourself, swcetlady; for you gave the fire: Sir To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship!
Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company. Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant,
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
make your wit bankrupt.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability!-
Val. i know it well, sir: you have an excheqner of Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant !
words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your fol- Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
lowers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;
liveby your bare words.

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more! here comes my Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
father.

Sil, That you are welcome?
Enter Duke.

Pro. No;

that you are worthless,
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

Enter Servant.
Sir Valentine, your futher's in good health:

Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak with
What say you to a letter from your friends

you. Ofmuch good news?

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. (Exit Servant.
Pal. My lord, I will be thankful

Come, sir Thurio,
To any happy messenger from thence.

Go with me! - Once more, new servant, welcome!
Duke. Know yon Don Antonio, your countryman? I'll leave you to confer of home atlairs;
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman When you have done, we look to hear from you.
To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
And not without desert so well reputed.

{Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Duke. Hath he notason?

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Val.Ay, my good lord; a sou, that well deserves

came? The honour aud regard of such a father.

Pro, Your friends are well, and have them much
Duke. You know him well?

commended.
Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy Val. And how do yours?
We have convers’d, and spentour hours together : Pro. I left them all in health.
And though myself have been an idle truant,

Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your
Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

love? To clothe mineage with angel-like perfection:

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse.

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