For what I will, I will, and there an end. Pra. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided; And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'di The uncertain glory of an April day; Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you;, He is in hatte, therefore, I pray you, go. Pro. Why, this it is; my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it anfwers, no. [Exeuntu A CT SCENE 1. Changes to Milan. An apartment in the duke's palace. Enter Valentine and Speed. Speed. Not mine; my gloves are on. but one. Val. Ha! let me fee: ay, give it me, it's mine: Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Speed. She's not within hearing, fir. 1 [flow. Speed. And yet I was laft chidden for being too Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?" Speed. Marry, by thefe fpecial marks: First, you have learn'd, like fir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robin-red-breaft; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh, like a fchool-boy that had loft his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft, like one that takes diet 2; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas 3. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was prefently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamor II. Iphos'd with a mistrefs, that, when I look on you, Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me? Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for, without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: but you are fo without thefe follies, that thefe follies are within you, and fhine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that fees you but is a phyfician to comment on your malady. Val. But, tell me, doft thou know my lady. [fupper Silvia ? Speed. She, that you gaze on fo, as the tits at Val. Halt thou obferved that? even the I mean. Speed. Why, fir, I know her not. Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not? Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, fir? Speed. That he is not fo fair, as (of you) wellfavour'd. Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite. Speed. That's becaufe the one is painted, and the other out of all count. Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, fir, fo painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty... Vai. How esteem'it thou me? I account of her. beauty. Speed. You never faw her fince the was deform'd Val. How long hath the been deform'd? That is, allowance. 2 To take diet was the phrafe for being under a regimen. 3 That is, about the feast of All Saints, when the poor people in Staffordshire, and probably in Warwickfire, go from parish to parish a fouling as they call it; i. e. begging and puling (or finging (mali) for foulcakes, or any good thing to make them merry. This cuitom feeins a remnant of Popish fuperftition to pray for departed fouls, particularly thofe of friends. Val. I have lov'd her, ever fince I faw her; | But fince unwillingly, take them again; Speed. Becaufe love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at fir Protheus for going ungarter'd ! Val. What fhould I fee then? Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity for he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hofe. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for laft morning you could not fee to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, fir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you fwing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Val. In conclufion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were fet, so your affection would cease. Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write fome lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you ? Val. I have. Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :— Peace, here she comes. Enter Silvia. Speed. Oh excellent motion! Oh, exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows. Speed. Oh! 'give ye good even! here's a milLion of manners. Sil. Sir Valentine and fervant 2, to you two thousand. Speed. He fhould give her intereft; and the gives it him. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Speed. O jeft unfeen, infcrutable, invifible, As à nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock on a fteeple! [fuitor, My mafter fues to her; and the hath taught her He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my mafter, being the fcribe, to himself fhould write the letter? Val. How now, fir? what are you reasoning 4 with yourself? Speed. Nay, I was rhiming; 'tis you that have the reafon. Val. To do what? Sil. I thank you, gentle fervant: 'tis very there an end 5. clerkly done 3. [off; - Val. Now truft me, madam, it came hardly For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Iwrit at random, very doubtfully. Sil. Perchance you think too much of fo much pains? Val. No, madam; fo it ftead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much: And yet, Val. I would, it were no worse. For often you have writ to her; and fhe, in modefy, Herfelf hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover. All this I fpeak in print 6, for in print I found it.- Val. I have din'd. Sil. A pretty period Well, I guefs the fequel; And yet I will not name it :-and yet I'ċare not ;And yet take this again; and yet I thank you; Speed. Ay, but hearken, fir; though the ca Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. meleon love can feed on the air, I am, one that am, Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.[Afidenourish'd by my victuals, and would fain have Val. What means your ladyfhip? do you not meat: Oh be not like your miftrefs; be moved, like it? Sil. Yes, yes! the lines are very quaintly writ be moved. [Exeunt. 1 Motion, in Shakspeare's time, fignified puffet, or a puppet-fhew. 2 This was the language of ladies to their lovers in Shak fpeare's time, 3 That is, like a fcholar 4 That is, difcourfing," "talking. si, e. there's the conclufion of the matter. In print means with exaltarfs. SCENE SCENE II. Julia's houfe at Verona, Enter Protheus and Julia. Pre. Have patience, gentle Julia, Pro. When poffibly I can, I will return. [Giving a ring Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this. ful. And feal the bargain with a holy kifs. [Exit Julia. Pan. Sir Protheus, you are staid for. Alas! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb.[Exeunt. SCENE A fireet. III. Enter Launce, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious fon, and am going with fir Protheus to the imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the foureft natur'd dog that lives; my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fifter crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our houfe in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruelhearted cur fhed one tear; he is a ftone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog a Jew would have wept to have feen our parting: why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This fhoe is my father;no, this left shoe is my father;-no, no, this left fhoe is my mother;--nay, that cannot be fo neither;-yes, it is fo, it is fo; it hath the worfer fole: This fhoe with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, fir, this staff is my fifter; for, look you, fhe is as white as a lilly, and as fmall as a wand; this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog-no, the dog is himfelf, and I am the dog,-oh, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, fo, fo. Now come I to my father; Father, your bleffing; now fhould not the fhoe fpeak a word for weeping; now fhould I kifs my father; well, he weeps on; now come I to my mother;-oh that she could speak now like a wood woman-well, I kifs her ;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my fifter; mark the moan fhe makes: now the dog all this while fheds not a tear, nor fpeaks a word; but fee how I lay the dust with my tears. Enter Panthino. Pan, Launce, away, away, aboard; thy mafter is fhipp'd, and thou art to poft after with oars. What's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? Away, afs; you will lofe the tide, if you tarry any longer. Laun. It is no matter if the tide were loft; for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty’d. Pan. What's the unkindeft tide? Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lofe the flood and, in lofing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy matter; and, in lofing thy mafter, lofe thy fervice; and, in lofing thy fervice,-Why doft thou stop my mouth? Laun. For fear thou should'ft lofe thy tongue. Pan. In thy tail ? Laun. Lofe the tide, and the voyage, and the mafter, and the fervice, 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. Laun. Well, I will go. SCENE MILA [Exeunt IV. N. An apartment in the duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Sil. Servant, Val. Miftrefs? Speed. Mafter, fir Thurio frowns on you. Speed. Not of you. Val. Of my mistress then. Thu. So do counterfeits. Thu. What feem I, that I am not? Thu. What inftance of the contrary? Thu. And how quote you my folly ? Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. That is, crazy, frantic with grief; or distracted, from any other caufe. The word is very frequently used in Chaucer; and fometimes writ wood, fometimes wode. Wood, or crazy women, were anciently fuppofed to be able to tell fortunes, 2 To quote is to observe, Thu. How? Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, fir Thurio : Sil. What, angry, fir Thurio? do you change For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: colour? Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon. I'll fend him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystaꞌ looks. than live in your air. Val. You have faid, fir. Thu. Ay, fir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, fir; 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, fervant? Val. Yourself, fweet lady; for you gave the fire; fir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyhip's looks, and fpends what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I hall make your, wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, fir: 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. Val. Ay, my good lord; a fon, that well deThe honour and regard of such a father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the fweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, fir, but, if he make this good, Sil. Belike, that now the hath enfranchis'd then Upon fome other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think, fhe holds them prifoners ftill. [blind, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being How could he fee his way to seek 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 yourfelf; Upon a homely object love can wink. Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus !-Mistress, I befeech you, Confirm his welcome with fome fpecial favour. Val. Leave off difcourfe of difability :-- Pro. No; that you are worthless. 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 difcourfe. Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now I have done penance for contemning love; Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fafts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs: For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Pro. Enough; Lread your fortune in your eye: She's fair; and fo is Julia, that I love ;Was this the idol that you worship fo Val. Even the; and is fhe not a heavenly faint Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O flatter me; for love delights in praife. Pro. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills; And I muft minifter the like to you. That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd; Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, That thus without advice begin to love her? Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Pro. Except my mistress. Val. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love, Pro. Have I not reafon to prefer mine own? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: She fhall be dignified with this high honour,— To bear my lady's train; left the bafe earth Should from her vefture chance to steal a kifs, And, of fo great a favour growing proud, Difdain to root the fummer-fyelling flower, And make rough winter everlastingly. Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardifm is this? Val. Pardon me, Protheus: all I can, is nothing To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone 2. Pro. Then let her alone. [own; Val. Not for the world: why, man, fhe is mine Is gone with her along; and I muft after, Pro. But the loves you? Val Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our marriage hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight, Pra. Go on before; I fhall enquire you forth : I must unto the road, to difembark Some neceffaries that I needs must ufe; Fal. Will you make hafte? Speed. Launce! by mine honefty, welcome Milan. Laun. Forfwear not thyself, sweet youth; for 1 am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is never undone till he be hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, till fome certain shot be paid, and the hoftefs fay, Welcome. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale houfe with you prefently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, firrah, how did thy mafter part with madam | Julia ? Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. Speed. But fhall the marry him? The first or principal of women. That is, there is none to be compar'd to her. 3 This alludes to the figures made by witches, as reprefentatives of thofe whom they defigned to torment or destroy. 4 With more prudence, with more difcretion. Speed |