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THE

TWO GENTLEMEN

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SCENE, An open Place in Verona.!

Enter Valentine and Protheus.

VALENTIN E.
***EASE to persuade, my loving Protheus;

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits;
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Wert not, affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,

I rather would intreat thy company,
To see the wonders of the World abroad;
Than (living dully. fluggardiz’d at home)
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein;
Ev'r as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? sweet Valentine, adieu';
Think on thy Protheus, when thou, haply, seeft

Some

Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel :
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
When thou dost naeet good hap; and in thy danget,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy Grievance to my holy prayer;
For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.

Val. And on a love. book pray for my füccess.
Pro. Upon fome book I love, I'll

pray

for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love. How young

Leander cross'd the Hellefpont.
Pro. That's a deep ftory of a deeper love ;
For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. -'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never fwom the Hellefpont.

Pro. Over the boots i nay give me not the boots. (1)
Val. No, I will not ; for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?

Pal. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
Coy looks, with heart-forefighs; one fading moment's mirth,
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.
If haply won, perhaps, an hapless gain :
If loit, why then a yrievous labour-won;
However, but a follý bought with wit;
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro.' So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love.

Val. Love is your master; for he masters you.
And he that is so yoaked by a fool.
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wife.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells; fo eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud

(1) nay, give me not the Boots.] A proverbial Expression, tho' now difused, fignifying, don't make a laughing Stock of me; don't play wpoo me. The French have a Phrase, Bailler foin en Corne; which Crgrave thus interpreti, To give one tbe Boris; to fell him a Bargain.

Is eaten by the canker, ere it blow;
Even fo by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blafting in the bud;
Lofing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once more adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine,

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: now let us take our leave.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters.
Of thy success in love; and what news else
Berideth here in absence of thy-friend :-
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val. As much to you at home; and so, farewel! (Exit,

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love' ;
He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosid me;
Made me neglect' my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart fick with thought.

Enter Speed.
Speed, Sir Protheus, save you; faw you my

master? Pro. But now he parted hence, t'imbark for Milan.

Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed, a theep doth very often ftray, And if the shepherd be a while away.

Speed. You conclude that my master is a fhepherd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do,

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep,

Pro. A ally answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. This proves me ftill a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy master a fhepherd.
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Speed.

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Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumftance.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the theep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my Master seeks not me; therefore I am no fheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follows the shepherd, the Mhepherd for the food follows not the sheep'; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for

wages

follows not thee; therefore thou art a sheep.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Baa.
Pro. But doft thou hear? gaveft thou my letter to Julia?

Speed. Ay, Sir, I, a loft mutton, gave your letter to her, a lac'd mutton (2), and the, a lac'd mutton, gave me, a loft mutton, nothing for

my

labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons,

Speed. If the ground be over-charg'd, you were beft stick her.

Pro, Nay, in that you are a stray (3), 'twere best pound you.

Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake : I mean the pound, a pin-fold.

Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover,

(2) I, a los Mutton, gave your letter to ber, a lac'd Mutton;] Speed calls himself a loft Mutton, because he had lost his Master, and because Protbeus had been proving him a Sheep. But why does he call the Lady a lac'd Mutton. Your notable Wenchers are to this Day cali’d Mutton-Mongers: and consequently the Object of their Passion must, by the Metaphor, be the Mutton. And Cotgrave, in his English-French Dictionary, explains Lac'd Mutton, Une Garse, putain, fille de Joye. And Mr. Motteux has rendered this Passage of Rabelais, in the Prologue of his fourth Book, Cailles coiphees mignonnement chantans, in this manner; Coated Quails and laced Mutton waggisbly finging. So that lac'd Mutton has been a sort of Standard Phrase for Girls of Pleasure.

(3) Nay, in that you are aftray.] For the Reason Protheus gives, Dr. Thirlby advises that we thould read, Stray, i. c. a stray Sheep; which continues Protbeus's Banter upon Speed.

Pro.

Pro. But what said she : did the nod? [Speed xods.
Speed: I.

Pro. Nod-I? why, that's noddy.
e Speed. You miftook, Sir: I said, she did nod:
And

you ask me, if she did nod; and I said, I.
Pro. And that fet together, is noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you.
Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly;
Having nothing but the word noddy for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
3* Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow parse.

- Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what
faid she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the mat-

be both at once deliver'd.
Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains; what said she ?
Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
Pro. Why? could't thau perceive fo much from her?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her ;
No, not fo much as a ducket for delivering your letter.
And being so hard to me that brought your mind,
I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind.
Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

Pro, What, said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains : To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me: : In requital whereof, henceforth carry your letter yourfelf: and fo, Sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.
I must go fend some better messenger :
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from fach a worthless poft.

[Exeunt severally.

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