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see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?
[Exeunt. SCENE III-The same. A room in. ANTONIO's House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad* talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with nobleAnd be in eye of every exercise, [men; Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: [it, And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution
I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
And, in good time,-now will we break with
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia!
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant. Look what thou want'st, shall be sent
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.-Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition.
[Exeunt ANT. and PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning; [drown'd: And drench'd me in the sea, where I am I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!
is but one.
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.
Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia?
Speed. She that your worship loves?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love
song, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B, C; to weep, like a young wench that hath buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. Without me? They cannot. Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you were so simple, none else would but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I
Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.
her, and yet know'st her not?
Speed. O, 'give you good even! Here's a million of manners. [Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly For, being ignorant to whom it goes, [off;
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on Please you command, a thousand times as And yet,[much: Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it:-and yet I care
Speed. Is she not hard favoured, Sir?
Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you)
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never saw her since she was
Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you 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, when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my
Speed. True, Sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged; me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection would cease.
* Under a regimen. Allhallowmas. ‡ Whipped.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake réad it over:
And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; And so good-morrow, servant. Exit SILVIA. Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible. As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! [suitor, My master sues to her; and she bath taught her He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
excellent device! was there ever heard a That my master, being scribe, to himself should
write the letter?
Val. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the reason.
Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by | with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I a figure.
Val. What figure?
Speed. By a letter, I should say.
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you indeed, Sir; But did you perceive her earnest?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
think, Crab my dog to be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel. per-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandani having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father;-no, this left shoe is my father:--no, no, this left shoe is my mother;-nay, that cannot be so neither;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole; This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, Sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,-O, the dog is me, and I am myself: ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on:-now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman;well, I kiss her;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Val. I would, it were no worse.
Or fearing else some messenger, that might her
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir: though the
SCENE II.-Verona.-A Room in JULIA's
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
Laun. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide?
Laun. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog.
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Pan. In thy tail?
Luun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service? 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 sighs.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Laun. Well, I will go.
SCENE III.-The sume.-A Street.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog.
SCENE IV.-Milan.-An Apartment in the
Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED.
done weeping; all the kindt of the Launces
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
* Crazy, distracted.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Val. Of my mistress then.
Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him. Sil. Servant, you are sad.*
Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Thu. Seem you that you are not?
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not?
Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Thu. And how quote; you my folly?
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
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 shot off.
Val. "Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall 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.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:
Val. My lord, I will be thankful
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed. Duke. Hath he not a son?
Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves
The honour and regard of such a father.
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
[gether: We have convers'd, and spent our hours toAnd though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sír Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth + Perhaps. + Observe.
Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
He is as worthy for an empress' love,
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth;
Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:For Valentine, I need not 'citet him to it: . I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Exit DUKE. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your lady
Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind,
How could he see his way to seek out you?
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit SER. Come, Sir Thurio, [come: Go with me:-Once more, new servant, welI'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 ladyship. [Exeunt SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Ili betide,
Was this the idol that you worship so?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter And I must minister the like to you.
[pills; Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not Yet let her be a principality, [divine, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Pro. Except my mistress.
Vel. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignified with this high honour,To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlastingly. Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd;
Nay, more, our marriage hour,
Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: I must unto the road, to disembark Some necessaries that I needs must use; And then I'll presently attend you. Val. Will you make haste? Pro. I will.—
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE.
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap. I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master' shot of fivepence, thou shalt have five thousand part with madam Julia?
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him?
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st?
Laun. Ay and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one.
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable.
Speed. "Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce,
* On further knowledge.