gul vi sybird, lliw garyafì vd: bisa 188 The Two Gentlemen of VERONA SOH

Val. My ears are ftopt, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath poffeft them.

Pro. Then in dumb filence will I bury mine did? For they are harfh, untuneable, and bad. si ma'vT ́ Val. Is Silvia dead ps of fox sash won smit d'I Pro. No, Valentine. #350 at suns vovnoɔ Val. No Valentine, indeed, for facred Silvia Hath fhe forfworn me?" Pro. No, Valentine..

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Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forfworn me and What is your news?

Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vanifh'd Pro That thou art banish'd; oh, that is the news, From hence, from

Val. Ob, I have via and from me thy friend."

upon this woe already;

And how excess of it will make me furfeit.is For J
Doth Silvia know that I am bani'der: dd2 03 2.
Pro. Ay, ay and the hath offer'd to the doom,olle
Which unrevers'd ftands in effectual force, 2005 -
A fea of melting pearl, whien fome call tears; hod to
Those at her father's churlish feet the tender'd, cha aval
With them, upon her knees, her humble felf;
Wringing her hands, whofe whiteners fo became them,
As if but now they waxed pale for woelohori ved at or
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, OR
Sad fighs, deep groans, nor filver-fhedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompaffionate Sireno 19 2
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die od „véve
Befides, her interceffion chaf'd him fo, o dost
When the for thy repeal was fappliant,

That to close prifon he commanded herpla diiw biam s,
With many bitter threats of biding there.

Val. No more; unless the next word, that thou speak', Have fome malignant power upon my life hoste If fo, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,erry

As ending anthem of my endless dolour.

Pro. Ceafe to lament for that thou canst not help
And ftudy help for that which thou lament'st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good:
Here if thou ftay, thou canst not see thy love;

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Befides, thy ftaying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's ftaff; walk hence with that
And manage it against defpairing thoughts,
Thy letters may be here, tho' thou art hence,
Which, being writ to me, fhall be deliver'd
Ev'n in the milk-white bofom of thy love,
The time now ferves not to expoftulate
Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large

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Of all that may concern thy love-affairs/hold diall
As thou lov't Silvia, tho' not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me.

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou feeft my boy, W
Bid him make hafte, and meet me at the north-gate.
Pro Go, Sirrah, find him outcome, Valentine
Val. O my dear Silvia hapless Valentine 419 mo

vbseule sow ejdt nogu [Exeunt Val, and Pro. Laun. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think my mafter is a kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love, yet I am in love; but a team of horse fhall not pluck that from me, nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid; yet tis noc a maid, for he hath had goffips; yet 'tis a maid, for the is her master's maid and ferves for wages; the hath more qualities than a water-fpaniel, which is much in a bare chriftian. Here is the cat-log [Pulling out a paper]

of her conditions; imprimis, In the can f fetch and carry ;

why, a horfe can do no more; nay, a horfe cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is the better than jade. Item, the can milk; look you, a fweet virtue in a maid with clean ean hands, mood to find'T 1919.11 Enter Speedan 1917 yası diğe Speed. How now, fignior Launce? what news with your maftership? vin nou8 1926q tasry lầm smot svaH Laun. With my mafter's fhip why, it is at fed. (12) walch atsibus ym to medias gb Speeds (12) With my matterfip? doby, it is at fea. The fe poetical Editors are pleasant Gentlemen to fetishis pafs without any suspicions. : boog Ils to 19board bas shun

Speed. Well, your old vice still mistake the words What news then in your paper?

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Laun. The jacket news that ever thou heard ft.
Speed. Why, man, how black of mail bor?
Laun. Why, as black as ink.

Spred. Let me read them.

Laun. Fy on thee, jolt-head, thou can't not read.
Speed. Thou lyest, I can.

Laun. I will try thee; tell me this, who begot thee?
Speed. Marry, the fon of my grandfather.

2 Laun. O illiterate loiterer, it was the fon of thy grand mother; this proves, that thou canst not read. Speed. Come, fool, come, try me in thy paper.se Laun. There, and St. Nicholas be thy fpeed !end' Speed, Imprimis, she can milk. S Laun, Ay, that he can. bas Speed. Item, fhe brews good ale.

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb, Bleffing of your

heart, you brew good ale.

Speed. Item, he can fowe.

Laun. That's as much as to fay, can she so? d

Speed. Item, fhe can knit.

Laun. What need a man care for a flock with wench, when she can knit him a stock !

Speed. Item, he can wash and fcour

Laun. A fpecial virtue, for then the need not to be wash'd and fcour'd,

Speed. Item, fhe can fpin.

Laun. Then may I fet the world on wheels, when the can fpin for her livingsto

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Speed. Item, the hath many nameless virtues.

Laun. That's as much as to fay, baffard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names. tort leavy stom bra ew faadi e1166) For how does Launce mistake the word?. Speed asks him about his maftership, and he replies to it. litteratim. But then how was bis maftership at fea, and on fhore too? The addition of a letter and s note of Apoßiropbe make:Launce both mistake the word, and fete the pun right: It reffores, indeed, but a mean joke; but, there is no fenfe in the paffage. Befides, it is in character with the rest of the scene; and I dare be confident, the Peer's own conceit.

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Speed. Item, fhe is not to be kist fasting, in refpe&t of her breath.

Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfafbssread onions godt boo-4101 3545.30 i und Speed. Item, he hath a fweet mouth, con

Laun. That makes amends for her four breath.
Speed. Item, the doth talk in her fleep. 1

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Speed.Ium, fhe is flow in words.

Laun. Ovillain that fet down among her vices! to be flow in words is a woman's only virtue; I pray. thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue. Speed. Item, he is proudly ever0 9.1) muil bosq Laun. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.

Speed. Item, fhe hath no teeth.

Laun. "I care not for that neither, because I love crufts.

Speed Item, she is curt. 4 0901 1617 mami Laun. Well; the best is, fhe hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, She will often praife her liquor, ad Launo Af her liquor be good, the fhall; if the will not, I will; for good things fhould be praised. Speed. Item, fhe is too liberal.

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Laun. Of her tongue fhe cannot ; for that's writ down, the is flow of; of her purfe the fhall not, før that I'll keep fhut; now of another thing the may, and that cannot í help. Well, proceed. きょうと難

on Speed. Item, fhe hath more hairs than wity and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

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Laun. Stop here; I'll have her; he was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that article. Rehearse that once more,obr

Speed. Irem, the hath more hair than wit.

Laun. More hair than wit, it

may be; I'll prove it:

the cover of the falt hides the falt, and therefore it is more than the falt; the hair, that covers the wit, is

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more than the wit; for the greater hides the lefs. What's next?

Speed. And more faults than hairs.

Laun. That's monstrous: oh, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults.

Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious: well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impoffible

Speed. What then?

Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy mafter ftays for thee at the north-gate.

Speed. For me?

Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man than thee.

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Speed. And muft I go to him?

Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou haft ftaid fo long, that going will scarce ferve the turn.

Speed. Why didft not tell me fooner? pox on your love-letters!

Laun. Now will he be fwing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly flave, that will thruft himself into fecrets, I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exeunt.

Enter Duke and Thurio.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her fight.

Thu. Since his exile fhe hath defpis'd me most,
Forfworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am defperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as à figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat
Diffolves to water, and doth lofe his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthlefs Valentine fhall be forgot.

Enter Protheus.

How now, Sir Protheus? Is your country man,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good Lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily.

Pro.