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That stays to bear my letter to my friends, Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, And I am going to deliver them.

That longs for every thing that he can come by. Duke. Be they of much import?

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Vul. The tenor of them doth but signify

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; My health, and happy being at your court.

How shall I best convey the ladder thither ? Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a Val. It will be lighi, my lord, that you may while;

bear it I am to break with thee of some affairs,

Under a cloak that is of any length. That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought

turn? To match my friend, Sir Thurin, lo my daughter. Val. Ay, my good lord. Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the


Then let me see thy cloak; match

I'll get me one of such another length. Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleman L'al. Why, my cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? Besecming such a wife as your fair daughter : I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

What letter is this same? What's here?- To Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro

Silvia! ward,

And here an engine fit for my proceeding? Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. (reads. Neither regarding that she is my child,

My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ; Nor fearing me as if I were her father:

And sloves they are to me, that send them flying : And, may

say to thee, this pride of hers,

O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;

Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying. And where! I thought the remnant of mine age

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Should have been cherish'd by her childlike duty, While I, their king, that thither them importune, I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,

Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd And turn her out to who will take her in:

them, Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;

Because myself do want my servants' fortune : For me and my possessions she esteems not.

I curse myself, for3 they are sent by me, Val. What would your grace have me to do in That they should harbour where their lord should be. this?

What's here?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here, Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee !
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,

"Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.And nought esteems my aged eloquence: Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,

Wby, Phaeton (for thou art Merop's son,)

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, (For long agone I have forgot to court: Besides, the fashion of the time is chang’d;)

And with thy daring folly burn the world? How, and which way, I may bestow myself,

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee? To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Go, base intruder! over-weening slave!
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ; And think, my patience, more than thy desert,

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates ;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Is privilege for thy departure hence :
Duke. But she did scom a present that I sent her. Thank me for this, more than for all the favours
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con- But if thou linger in my territories

Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee. tents her: Send her another; never give her o'er;

Longer than swiftest expedition For scorn at first makes after-love the more.

Will give thee time to leave our royal court, If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love But rather to beget more love in you :

I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.

Be gone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
If she do chide, 'uis not to have you gone ;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.

But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say:

[Exit DUKE.

Val. And why not death, rather than living tro For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away :

ment? Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces,

Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces. And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,

die, is to be banish'd from myself; That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,

Is self from self; a deadly banishment!
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; !

Unless it be to think that she is by, And kept severely from resort of men,

And feed upon the shadow of perfection, That no man hath access by day to her.

Except I be by Silvia in the night,

There is no music in the nightingale ;
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept There is no day for me to look upon:

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.

She is my essence; and I leave to be, Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win- Foster'd, illumin’d, cherish’d, kept alive.

If I be not by her fair influence
dow ?
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Tarry I here, I but attend on death;

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom ;'
And built so shelving that one cannot climbit
Without apparent hazard of his life.

But, fly I hence, I fy away froin life.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords,

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,

Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,

Laun. So-ho! so-ho! So bold Leander would adventure it.

Pro. What seest thou? Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,

Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hair on's Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

head, but 'tis a Valentine. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me

4 And feed upon the shadow of perfection. that.

Animum pictura pascit mani. Virgil.

5 i. e. by flying, or in flying. It is a Gallicism. 1 Where for whereas, often used by old writers. 6 Launce is still quibbling, he is running down the 2 i. e. hinders.

3 i. e, cause,

hare he started when he first entered.

Pro. Valentine?

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love." Val. No,

The time now serves not to expostulate: Pro. Who then ? his spirit?

Come, I'll convey thee through the city gato; Val. Neither.

And, ero I part with thee, confer at large Pro. What then?

Of all that may concern thy love-affairs :
Val. Nothing.

As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? Regard thy danger, and along with me.
Pro. Whom would'st thou strike?

Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy Luun. Nothing.

Bid him make hasie, and meet me at the north gate Pro. Villan, forbear.

Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing : I pray you— Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine ! Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear: Friend Valentine, a

(Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. word.

Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I havo Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good the wit to think, my master is a kind of a knave : news,

but that's all one, if he be but one knave. Ho So much of bad already hath possess'd them. lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I

Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, am in love ; but a team of horse shall not pluck For they are harsh, untunable, and bad.

that from me; nor who 'uis I love, and yet 'tis a Val. Is Silvia dead ?

woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself: Pro. No, Valentine.

and yet ’uis a milk-maid: yet 'uis not a maid, for Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia ! she hath had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is Hath she forsworn me?

her master's maid, and serves for wages. She Pro. No, Valentine.

hath more qualities than a water-spaniel, which is Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me !- much in a baret christian. Here is the cate-log What is your news?

(Pulling out a paper] of her condition.' Imprimis, Laun. "Sir, there's a proclamation that you are She can fetch and curry. Why, a horse can do no vanish'd.

more; nay, a borse cannot fetch, but only carry; Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news: therefore is she better than a jade. Item, She can From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with

Val. O, l'have fed upon this woe already, clean hands.
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Doth Silvia know that I am banished ?

Enter SPEED.
Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,
(Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,)

Speed. How now, signior Launce ? what news

with your mastership? A sea of melting pearl, which somne call tears:

Laun. With my master's ship? why it is at sea. Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble self;

Speed. Well, your old vice still, mistake the word :

What news then in your paper ? Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became

Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st. them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe :

Speed. Why, man, how black ? But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

Laun. Why, as black as ink. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding lears,

Speed. Let me read them. Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;

Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou can'st not

read. But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Speed. Thou liest, I can.
Besides, her intercession chald him so
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

Laun. I will try thee : Tell me this ; Who be
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy Val. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st,

grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read. Have some malignant pow'r upon my life :

Speed, Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper.

Laun. There : and saint Nicholas be thy speed: If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, As ending anthem of my endless dolour. i

Speed, Imprimis, She can milk. Pro. Cease to lament for that thou can'st not

Laun. Ay, that she can. help,

Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

Laun. And therefore comes the proverb, -Bless And study help for that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

ing of your heart, you brew good ale, Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;

Speed. Item, She can sew.

Laun. That's as much as to say, can she so? Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Hope is a lover's staff'; walk hence with that,

Speed. Item, She can knit.

Laun. What need a man care for a stock with And manage it against despairing thoughts. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;

a wench, when she can knit him a stock.* Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd

Speed. Item, She can wash and scour. 1 Grief. 2 So in Hamlet:

faire.Barel. The old copy reads condition, which “These to her excellent white bosom."

was changed to conditions by Řore. To understand this mode of addressing lelers, &c. it 6 It is undoubtedly true that the mother only knows should be known that women anciently had a pocket in the legitimacy of the child. Launce infers that if Speed the forepart of their stays, in which they carried not could read, he must have read this well known obser only love letters and love tokens, but even their money, vation. &c. In many parts of England rustic damsels still 7 St. Nicholas presided over scholars, who wero continue the practice. A very old lady informed Mr. therefore called St. Nicholas' clerkg; either because the Steevens, that when it was the fashion to wear very legend makes this saint to have been a bishop while yer prominent stays it was the custom for stratagem or gal. a boy, or from his having restored three young scholars lantry to drop its literary favours within the front of to life. By a quibble between Nicholas and Old Nick them.

highwaymen are called Nicholas' clerks in Henry IV. 3 Gossips not only signify those who answer for a part 1. The parish clerks of London finding that schochild in baptism, but the tattling women who attend ly. Mars, more usually termed clerks, were under the pa. ings-in. The quibble is evident.

tronage of this saint, conceived that clerks of any kind 4 Bare, has iwo senses, mere and naked. Launce, might have the same right, and accordingly took him as quibbling on, uses it in both senses, and opposes the their patron, much in the same way as the woolcombers naked female to the water-spaniel covered with hairs of did St. Blaise, who was martyred with an instrument remarkable thickness.

like a carding comb; the nailmakers St. Clou; and “ Condition, honest behaviour or demeanour in the booksellers St. John Port Latin living, a custume or facion. Mos. Moris, facon de 8 i. e. stocking

got thee?



Laun. A special virtue; for then she need not Speed. Why did'st not tell me sooner ? 'pox of be washed and scoured.

your love-letters!

(Exita Speed. Item, She can spin.

Laun. Now will he be swinged for reading my Laun. Then may I set ihe world on wheels, when letter: An unmannerly slave, that will thrust himshe can spin for her living.

self into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. correction.

Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke's have no names.

Palace. Enter Duke and THURIO; PROTEUS

Speed. Here follow her viccs.
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtucs.
Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love

you, respect of her breruh.

Now Valentine is banished from her sight. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on.

Thu. Since his exile she has despis'd me most, Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.'

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me, Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath.

That I am desperate of obtaining her. Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in Trench’de in ice; which with an hour's heat her talk.

Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Laun. O villain, that set this down among

And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. vices ! To be slow in words, is a woman's only How now, Sir Proteus ? Is your countryman, virtue : ! pray thee, out with't; and place it for According to our proclamation, gone ? ber chief virtue.

Pro. Gone, my good lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Speed. Item, She is proud. Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy,

Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. and cannot be ta'en from her.

Duke. So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so...

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love Makes me the better to confer with thee.

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,)

Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Speed. Item, She is curst.

Let me not live to look upon your grace.
Laun. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor.

Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall : if she The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. will not, I will; for good things should be praised.

Pro. I do, my lord. Speed. Item, She is too liberal.?

Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ How she opposes her against my will. down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not;

Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. for that I'll keep shut ; now of another thing she what might'we do, to make the girl forget

Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. may; and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.

Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio ? more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.

Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, Three things that women highly hold in hate.

With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; and not mine, twice' or thrice in that last article : Rehearse that once more.

Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit.

Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be ; I'll prove Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken it: The cover of the salt hides the salt, and there

By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. fore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers

Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him, the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater bides

Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do

'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; the less. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs.

Especially against his veryâ friend. Laun. That's monstrous : 0, that that were out!

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage Speed. And more wealth than faults.

him, Enun. Why, that word makes the faults gra- Therefore the office is indifferent,

Your slander never can endamage him; cious. Well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,

Being entreated to it by your friend. Speed. What then?

Pro. You have prevaild, my lord: if I can do it, Laun. Why, then will I tell thee, that thy mas

By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, ter stays for thee at the north-gate.

She shall not long continue love to him. Speed. For me?

But say, this weed her love from Valentine, Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou ? he hath It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio. staid for a better man than thee.

Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,

Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
Speed. And must I go to him?
Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid You must provide to bottom it on me ::
so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Which must be done, by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine.

1 Speed uses the term a sireet month in the sense There was but one on the dinner table, which was of a siceet tooth; but Launce choose to understand it placed near the tor, and those who sat below it were, in the literal and lauditory sense. Cotgrave renders for the most part, of inferior condition to those who sat " Friand, A steel-lips, daintie-mouthed, sweet-tooth above it. ed,” &e.

5 Gracious was sometimes used for favoured, coun1 Liberal is licentious, free, frank, beyond honesty tenanced, like the Italian Gratiato, v. As you Like It, or decency. Thus in Othello, Desdemonda says of Act i. Sc. 2. Iago : “is he not a most profane and liberal counse). 6 i. e. cut, rarred; from the Fr. francher. lor."

7 i. e. with the addition of such incidental particulars 3 This was an old familiar proverb, of which Stee. as may induce belief. vens has given many exampley. I will add one from 8 Very, that is, true; from the Lat. verus. Massin. Florio :-“A listy-losty wag feather, more haire than ger calls one of his plays "A Very Woman." wit."

As you unwind her love fror him, make me th 4 The ancient English sall-cellar was very different bottom on which you wind it. A bottom is the house. from the modern, being a large piece of plate, generally wife's term for a ball of thread wound upon a central much orname ated, with a cover to keep the salt clean. I body.

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Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; [ Of which if you should here disfurnish me,
Because we know, on Valentine's report,

You take the sum and substance that I have.
You are already love's firm votary,

2 Out. Whither travel you? And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Val. To Verona. Upon this warrant shall you have access,

i Oul. Whence came you ? Where you with Silvia may confer at large ;

Val. From Milan. For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

3 Out. Have you long sojourned there? And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you ; Val. Some sixteen monis ; and longer migh Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,

have staid, To hate young Valentine, and love my friend, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me. Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:

i Oul. What, were you banish'd thence ? But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough ;

Val. I was. You must lay lime,' to langle her desires,

2 Out. For what offence ?
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes, Val. For that which now torments me to ree
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

hearse :
Duke. Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. I killd a man, whose death I must repent;
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty But yet I slew him manfully in fight,
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart: Without false vantage, or base treachery.
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears 1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so,
Moist it again ; and frame some feeling line, But were you banish'd for so small a fault?
That may discover such integrity ::-

Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; 1 Out. Have you the tongues ?
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones, Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

Or else I often had been miserable.
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. 3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat
After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Visi: by night your lady's chamber window This fellow were a king for our wild faction.
With some sweet consort :3 to their instruments 1 Out. We'll have him ; sirs, a word.
Tune a deploring dump;t the night's dead silence Speed. Master, be one of them;
Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. It is an honourable kind of thievery.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her."

Val. Peace, villain !
Duke. This discipline shews thou hast been in love. 2 Out. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to?
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice : Val. Nothing but my fortune.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my directiun-giver,

3 Out. Know, then, that some of us are gentlemen, Let us into the city presently

Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
To sorte some gentlemen well skill'd in music : Thrust from the company of awful' men:
I have a sonnel, that will serve the turn,

Myself was from Verona banish'd,
To give the onset to thy good advice.

For practising to steal away a lady, Duke. About it, gentlemen.

An heir, and near allied unto the duke. Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper :

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, And afterward determine our proceedings. Whom, in my mood, '° I stabbed unto the heart. Duke. Even now about it; I will pardon you. 1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these

[Éreunt. But to the purpose,-(for we cite our faults,

That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)
And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd

With goodly shape ; and by your own report

A linguist, and a man of such perfection,

As we do in our quality much want ;SCENE I.--A Forest, near Mantua. Enter cer 2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, tain Out-laws.

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you: i Out. Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

Are you content to be our general ? 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink noi, but down And live, as we do, in this wilderness ?

To make a virtue of necessity, with'em.

3 Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

consort? 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have Say ay, and be the captain of us all ;

We'll do thee homage, and be ruld by thee,
If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.

Love thee as our commander and our king.
Speed. Sir, we are undone ! these are the villains 1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest.
That all the travellers do fear so much.

2 Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we havo Val. My friends,

offer'd. 1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies.

Val. I take your offer, and will live with you; 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear him.

Provided that you do no outrages 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; for he is a On silly women, or poor passengers. proper man.

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices. Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, A man I am, cross'd with adversity :

And shew thee all the treasure we have got ; My riches are these poor habiliments,

Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.


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2 i. e. sincerity, such as would be manifested by such 5 To inherit is sometimes used by Shakspeare for impassioned writing. Malone suspects that a line fol to obtain possession of, without any idea of acquiring lowing this has been lost.

by inheritance. Milton in Comus has disinherit Chaos, 3 The old copy has consort, which, according to Bul. meaning only to dispossess it. lokar and Philips, signified “a set or company of mu. 6 To sort, to choose out. sicians.” If we print concert, as Malone would have 7 A proper man, was a comely, tall, or well propor. it, the relative pronoun their has no correspondent word. tioned man. Uomo di bel taglio. It is true that Shakspeare frequently refers to words not s Friar Tuck, one of the associates of Robin Hood. expressed, but implied in the former part of a sentence. 9 Arful men, men full of awe and respect for the But the reference here is to consort, as appears by the laws of society, and the duties of life. subsequent words, “ to their instruments."

10 Mood is anger or resentment. 4 A dump was the ancient term for a mournful 11 i. e. Condition, profession. occupation, v Hamlet elegy.

Actii. Sc. 2.

SCENE II.-Milan. Court of the Palace. Enter Host. I perceive, you delight not in music, PROTEUS.

Jul. Noi a whit, when it jars so. Pro. Already have I been false to Valentino,

Host. Hark, what sine change is in the music! And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. Under the colour of commending him,

Host. You would have them always play but I have access my own love to prefer ;

one thing? But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.

But, host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we talk on, When I protest true loyalty to her,

often resort unto this gentlewoman? She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me, When to her beauty 1 commend my vows,

he loved her out of all nick. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn

Jul. Where is Launce ? In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd:

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,'

by his master's command, he must carry for a preThe least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

sent to his lady. Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. The more it grows and fawneth on her still. Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead, But here comes Thurio; now must we to her That you shall say, my cunning drift excels. window,

Thi. Where meet we? And give some evening music to her car.

Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.

Thu. Farewell. (Exeunt Thu. and Musicians,
Enter Thyrio, and Musicians.

Silvia appears above, at her window.
Thu. How now,
Sir Proteus? are you crept

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
before us

Sil. I thank you for your music, gentlemen : Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Who is that, that spake ? Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here.

truth, Pro. Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice. Th:1. Who? Silvia ?

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it. Pro. Ay, Silvia, -for your sake.

Pro. Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Thu. I thank you for your own. Now, gen

Sil. What is your will ? tlemen,

Pro. That I may compass yours. Let's tune, and to it lustily awhile.

Sil. You have your wish; my will is even this,

That presently you hie you home to bed, Enter Host, at a distance ; and Julia in boy's clothes. Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!

Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're Think'st thou, I am so shallow, so conceitless, allycholly; I pray you, why is it?

To be seduced by thy flattery, Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows merry.

Return, return, and make ihy love amends. Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear, you where you shall hear music, and see the gen- I am so far from granting thy request, tleman that you ask'd for.

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit; Jul. But shall I hear him speak ?

And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Ay, that you shall.

Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. Jul. That will be music.

(Music plays. Pro. I grani, sweet love, that I did love a lady; Host. Hark! hark !

But she is dead. Jul. Is he among these?

Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
Host. Ay: but peace, lets hear 'em.

For, I am sure, she is not buried. [ Aside.

. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend,

Survives ; to whom, thyself art witness,

I am betroth'd : And art thou not asham'd

To wrong bim with thy importunacy ? Who is Sylvia? What is she ?

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead. That all our swains commend her ?

Sil. And so suppose am I; for in his grave, Holy, fair, and wise is she ;

Assure thyself, my love is buried.
The heavens such grace did lend her,

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. That she might admired be.

Sil. Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence;

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine. Is she kind, as she is fair ?

Jul. He heard not that.

(Aside For beauly lives with kindness :

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Love doth to her eyes repair,

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
To help him of his blindness ;

The picture that is hanging in your chamber; And, being help'd, inhabits there.

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep

For, since the substance of your perfect self
Then to Silvia let us sing,

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
That Silvia is excelling;

And to your shadow will I make true love.
She ercels each mortal thing,

Jul. If 'iwere a substance, you would, sure, de Upon the dull earth dwelling:

ceive it, To her let us garlands bring.

And make it but a shadow, as I am. [Aside.

Sil. I am very louh to be your idol, sir ; Host. How now? are you sadder than you were But, since your falsehood shall become you we" before?

To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, How do you, man? the music likes you not.

Send to me in the morning and I'll send it : Jul. You mistake ; the musician likes me not.

And so good rest. Host. Why, my pretty youth ?


As wretches have o'ernight, Jul. He plays false, father.

That wait for execution in the morn.
Host. How? out of tune on the strings ?
Jul. Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my

(Ereunt Proteus; and SILVIA from above,

Jul. Host, will you go? ery heart-strings. Host. You have a quick ear.

Host. By my halidom,I was fast asleep. Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have 2 i. e. Out of all reckoning or count į reckonings were a slow heart.

kept upon nicked or notched sticks or tallies.

3 Halidom, (says Minsheu,) an old word, used by old | Sudden quips, hasty, passionate reproaches. country women by manner of swearing.

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