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Sped. Item, the doth talk in her feep.
Laun. O villain! that set down among her vices! 'to be flow in words is a woman's only virtde: I pray thee, out with's, and place it for her chief virtve.
Speed. hem, she is proud 9; 14,4
Laun, Out with that too sy it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.
Speed Item, the hath no-teeth.
Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crufts.
Speed. Item, she is curit.
Laun. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down, fe is flow of; of her purse she shall not, for shatl'H keep that; now of another
and that can not I help. Well, proceed.
Speedo Item, she hath more hairs than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more got mine, twice or thrice in that article. Rehearle that
Speed. Item, she hath more hair than wit.
Laun. More hair than wit, it may be; -\'ll prove it: the cover of the sale hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the falt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more than the wit ; for the greater hides the less. What's next ?
Speed And more faults than hairs.
Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious : well, I'll have her; and if. it be a match, as nothing is impossible
Speed. What then in
Laun, Why..then will I tell thee, that thy mafter days for thee at the north gate...) 127 Speed. For med
Laun. For thee : ay; who art thond he hath staid for a better man than thee...
do Speed. And muft I go to him
Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou haft staid to long, that going will scarce serve the turn.
Speed. Why didit not tell me fooner i pox on your love-letters!!!
Laun. Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly flave, that will thrust himself into fecrets. I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. (Exeunt.
Enter Duke and Thurio, noin 5. Ya Duke. Sir Tburio, fear not, but that she will love you, Now, Valentine is banish'd from her fight.
Thu. Since his exile she hath delpis'd me moft,
Duke. This weak imprefs of love is as a figure
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
kill that gries
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Let me not liye to look upon your Grace.
Duke. Thou know'ft how willingly. I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter., ális
Pro. I do, my lord.
Duke. And also, I do think, thou art snot ignorant." How the opposes her against my willa sa
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here in
Duke. Ay, and perverfely the perfeveres fo.
Proo The beft way is to slander Valentine
Duke. Ay, but she'l think, that it is spoke in hater,
Duke, Then you must undertake to flander him.
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth: to do;
against his very friend.
Pro. You have prevaild, my lord: if I can do it,
Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him,
Duke. And, Protheus, wę dare trust you in this kind,
For she is lampith, heavy, melancholy,
Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect,
Duke. Much is the force of heav'n-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty You facrifice your tears, your fighs, your heart: Write, 'till your ink be dry; and with Moist it again; and frame fome feeling line, toets That may discover fach integrity: il For Orpheus' lute was ftrung with poets' finews Whose golden touch could foften steel and itones, Make tygers tame, and bage Leviathans Forfake unfounded deeps, to dance on fands. After your dire-lamenting elegies; tu! Vifit by night your lady's chamber-window With lome sweet confort: to their instruments 1 v Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead filence Y Will well become such fweet complaining grievance. This or else nbthing, will inherit her.
Duke. This discipline shews, thou baft been in love. :s
Thu. And thy advice this night Pll put in practice, , Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giver, is TA Let us into the city presently
311011 To fort fome gentlemen well skill'd in musick ; isit: io I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, To give the onset: to thy good advice.
Duke. About it, gentlemen.
Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after supper; And afterwards determine our proceedings.
Duke. Ev’n dow about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt.
AC T IV.
SCENE, A Forest, leading towards Mantua.
1 OUT-L AW. ELLOWS, stand faft: I fee a passenger, 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with em.
Enter Valentine and Speed. 3 Oxt. Stand, Sir, and throw us what you have about you; if not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle yoy. ..
Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the villains, that all the travellers do fear so much.
Val. My friends, i Out. That's not fo, Sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him. ;. 3 Out. Ay,' by my beard, will we; for he is a proper
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose : A man I am, cross'd with adversity ;
2 Out. Whither travel "you
Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Í Out. What, were you bánfh'd thence ?
My riches are there