With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ;
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's

sorrow.

O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the idol that you worship so?

Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
Val. Call her divine.
Pro.

I will not flatter her.
Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises.

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And I must minister the like to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
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 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,

no woe to his correction,] No misery that can be compared to the punishment inflicted by love.

- a principality,] The first or principal of women. So the old writers use state. “ She is a lady, a great state.”

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 this?

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone.?

Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine

own ;
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is

gone with her along; and I must after, For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Pro. But she loves you?
Val.

Ay, we are betroth'd;
Nay, more, our marriage hour,
With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determin'd of: how I must climb her window;
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Plotted ; and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth : I must unto the road, to disembark Some necessaries that I needs must use; And then I'll presently attend you.

- summer-swelling flower,] i. e. the flower which swells in summer, till it expands itself into bloom. 7 She is alone.] She stands by herself; is incomparable. the road,) The haven, where ships ride at anchor.

il

Val. Will you make haste?
Pro. I wili.

[Erit VAL.
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentinus' praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes mę, reasonless, to reason thus?
She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love ;-
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd ;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was,
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
And that I love him not, as I was wont;
O! but I love his lady too, too much;
And that's the reason I love him so little,
How shall I dote on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her?
"Tis but her picture? I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will ;
If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [E.rit.

9- a waxen image 'gainst a fire,] Alluding to the figures made by witches, as representatives of those whom they designed to torment or destroy.

with more advice,] With more advice, is on further knowledge, on better consideration. The word, as Mr. Malone observes, is still current among mercantile people, whose constant language is, “ we are advised by letters from abroad,” meaning informed. So, in bills of exchange, the conclusion always is “ Without further advice."

2 'Tis but her picture-] Proteus means, that, as yet, he had seen only her outward form, without having known her long enough to have any acquaintance with her mind. 3 And that hath dazzled my reason's light ; But when I look, &c.] Our author uses dazzled as a trisyllable.

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 shot of five-pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia?,

Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. Speed. But shall she

marry

him?
Laun. No.
Speed. How then ? shall he

marry her ?
Laun. No, neither.
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish.

Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?

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 can’st not? My staff understands me.

Speed. What thou say'st?

to Milan.] It is Padua in the former editions,

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, how say'st thou, that my master

master is become a notable lover?5

Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
Laun. A notable lover, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest

me.

Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.

Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why?

Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale with a Christian : Wilt

thou go?

Speed. At thy service.

[Ereunt.

how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover?] i. e. What say'st thou to this circumstance,-namely, that my master is become a notable lover? 6

the ale] Ales were merry meetings instituted in country places.