mafter, and the service, and the tide? Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs. Pan. Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'st. Pan. Wilt thou go? Laun. Well, I will go. [Exeunt. SCEN E IV. MILAN. An apartment in the duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Sil. Servant Val. Miftrefs? Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Speed. Not of you. Val. Of my mistress then. Speed. 'Twere good, you knock'd him. Sil. Servant, you are fad. Val. Indeed, madam, I seem fo. Thu. Seem you that you are not? Val. Haply, I do. Thu. So do counterfeits. Val. So do you. Thu. What seem I, that I am not? Thu. And how quote you my folly? Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. ? Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. I 2 Thu. Thu. How? Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour? Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of Cameleon. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air. Val. You have said, Sir. Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end ere you begin. Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Val. Yourself, fweet lady; for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyfhip's looks, and spends, what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I fhall make your wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, Sir: you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: here comes my father. Enter the Duke. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia? you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health; What fay you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? Val. My lord, I will be thankful To any happy meffenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman Το To be of worth and worthy eftimation, Val. Ay, my good lord; a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch a father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him, as myfelf; for from our infancy To cloath mine age with angel-like perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an emprefs' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Well, Sir; this gentleman is come to me Val. Should I have wifh'd a thing, it had been he. [Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyfhip, Had come along with me, but that his miftrefs Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. 1 not without defert,-] And not dignified with fo much reputation without proportionate merit. JOHNSON. I 3 Sil. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think, fhe holds them prisoners ftill, Sil. Nay, then he fhould be blind: and, being blind, How could he fee his way to feek out you? Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They fay, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To fee fuch lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object love can wink. Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus! miftrefs, I beseech you, Confirm his welcome with fome fpecial favour. Sil. Too low a miftrefs for fo high a fervant. Pro. No: that you are worthlefs. 2 No: that you are worthless.] I have inferted the particle no to fill up the meafure. JOHNSON. Enter Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would fpeak with you. Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit. Serv.] Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me.Once more, new fervant, welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyfhip. [Exit Silvia and Thurio. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro. I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; I know you joy not in a love-discourse. Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now; 4 Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me 3 Thur. Madam, my lord your father] This fpeech in all the editions is affigned improperly to Thurio; but he has been all along upon the ftage, and could not know that the duke wanted his daughter. Befides, the firft line and half of Silvia's answer is evidently addreffed to two perfons. A fervant, therefore, must come in and deliver the meffage; and then Silvia goes out with Thurio. THEOBALD. Whofe high imperious--] For whofe I read those. I have contemned love and am punished. Thofe high thoughts by which I exalted myself above human pathons or frailties have brought upon me fafts and groans. JOHNSON. |