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EN OF VERONA.
the B r a m a.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua. Methinks, should not be chronicled for wisc.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells
, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud s eaten by the canker, ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit stnru'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Cosing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair efects of future hopes. Bilt wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to food desire? Once more adieu! my father at the road Espects my coming, there to see me shipp’d. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Swect Proteus, no! now let us take our leare. ut Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, of thy success in love, and what news else setideth here, in absence of thy friend; und Likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. As much to you at home! aud so, farewell!
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Ju thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us ! Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to Jul. How now! what means this passion at his nam her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave Luc. Pardon, dear madam ! 'tis a passing shame, me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Jul. Your reason? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; you.
I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Jul. Aud wouldst thou have me cast my love on hi carrying your letter.
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Pro. You mistake ; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Speed. From a pouud to a pin? fold it over and over, Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. lover.
Luc. Fire that is closest kept burns most of all.
Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their lo
Jul. I would, I know his mind.
Jul. To Julia, - Say, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will shew.
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, fr-
Did in your name receiveit; pardon the fault, I pr
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Or else return no more into my sight!
Jul. Will you be gone? Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains ! What said she? Luc. That you may ruminate. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her? Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter. Pro. Why? Could’st thou perceive so much from her? It were a shame to call her back again, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her ; And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. no, not so mnch as a ducat for delivering your letter: What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, and would not force the letter to my view ? she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that her no token but stones! for she's as hard as steel. Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay Pro. What, said she nothing?
fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Speed. No, not so much as--take this for thy pains ! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, To testify your bounty, Ithank you, you have testern'd/ And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, yourself! and
so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. When willingly lwould have had her here! Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Howangerly I taught my brow to frown, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Wheu inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past :
What ho! Lucetta!
Luc. What would your ladyship?
Luc. I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. What is't you took up
then, and I a sheep?
wake or sleep. Pro, A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep! peed. This proves me still a sheep. ro. True; and thy mastera shepherd.
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Than, te!! me, whether were I best to send him?
Attend, the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I kroit well. Lw. She makes it strassge; but be woald be best Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him pleasd
thither: To be so anger'd with another letter.
(Exit. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Jul. Say, would i were so anger'd with the same! Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, O hateful handı, to tear auch loving words!
And be in eye of every exercise,
And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
Even with the speediest execution
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Are journeying to salate the emperor,
Ant. Good company! with them shall Proteus go : Buttwice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And, in good time, - now will we break with him. Be calm, good wind, blow pot a word away,
Enter PROTECS Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: And throw it thence into the raging sea!
0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, -- To seal our happiness with their consents! Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
O heavenly Julia ! To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two He couples it to his complaining names;
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
And daily graced by the emperor ;
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and
yet knowest her not?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?
. Thus have I shunn’d the fire, for fear of burning; voured.
vourinfinite. Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the And with the vantage of mine own excuse
other out of all count. Hath he excepted most against my love.
Val. How painted ? and how out of count? 0, how this spring of love resembleth
Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that The uncertain glory of an April day;
no man counts of her beauty. Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed ?
Speed. Ever since you lov'd her.
Fal. I have loy'd her ever since I saw her; and still I
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine A CT II.
eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have, SCENEI. — Milan. An apartment in the Duke's when you chid at sir Proteus, for going ungartered! palace.
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de-
formity : for he, being in love, could not see to garter Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.
his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last mor-
Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my
bed : I thank Ah Silvia! Silvia !
you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia!
bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
one she loves.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Peace,
Enter Suvia. male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-red- Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding pappet! now breast ; to walk alone, like one that hath the pestilence; will'he interpret to her.
[Aside. to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. to weep, like a young wench that had buried her gran- Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a million of dam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like manners.
Laside. one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. at Hallowmas. You were wont, when yon laughed, to Speed. He should give her interest; aud she gives it crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one him.
and now you are metamorphos’d with a mistress, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off';
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
And yet I will not name it:- and yet I care not;
1*ms the caseta si ceat
Purit. Trere zood, I SL, your order
Ant. I like the counsel: we? bast thoz adn'?:
nie ciecation of it shall make k302; Cven with the speediest execution will dispatch him to the emperor's court Pant. To-morrow, may it please rou, Doo 4p_case
, Tith other gentlemen of Good esteem, re journeying to salate the emperor, nd to commend their service to his will. Ant. Good company! with them shall Proteas co : zd, in good time, - now will se break with hia.
Enter PROTECS Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! wre is her hand, the agent of her heart; ere is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: that our fathers would applaud our loves,
seal our happiness with their consents! heavenly Julia! Int. How now? what letter are you reading there? "ro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two commendation sent from Valentine, liver'd by a friend that came from him. nt. Lend me the letter; let me see what news! -0. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes * happily he lives, how well beloved, I daily graced by the emperor; shiug me with him, partner of his fortune 21. And how stand you affected to his wish? 0. As one relying on your lordship's will, not depending on his friendly wish. t. My willis something sorted with his wish: enot, that I thus suddenly proceed; what I will, I will, and there an end. Ir'd, that thou shalt spend some time
(Exit Julia, less
And yet take this again ; -- and yet I thank you; Pro. Ilere is my hand for my true constancy;
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet [ Aside. Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? The next ensuing hour some foulmischance
My father stays my coming; answer not;
The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;
That tide will stay me longer than I should ;
Julia, farewell. --- What! gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
SCENEIII. - The same. A street.
Enter Launce, leading a dog.
sr O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court.
What That my master, being scribe, to himself should write I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that
blouri the letter? lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sis
hand) Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with ter crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her benot yourself?
hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet dido Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone,
a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than Val. To do what?
a dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; Wha Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept her
Gis Val. To whom?
self blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the macSpeed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. ner of it: This shoe is my father ;- no, this leftshoe 2 T Val. What figure?
is my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother; - alive Speed. By a letter, I should say. nay, that cannot be so neither ;- yes, it is so, it is so; al
. Y Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?
it hath the worser sole: This shoe, with the hole in it, hu.. Speed. Whut need she, when she hath made you write is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance on't
! :) to yourself? Why, do you not perceive tho jest? there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look ldf Ďal. No, believe me.
you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did you this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dog perceive her earnest?
is himself, and I am the dog :-0, the dog is Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Father, your blessing! Now should not the shoe speak Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, Speed. And that letter hath she deliver’d, and there he weeps on :-now comel to my mother, (0, that she
could speak now !) like a wood woman ;-well, I kiss Val. I would, it were no worse.
her; — why, there'tis; here's my mother's breath up Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well :
and down : now come I to my sister; mark the moan she For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind
Enter Parthixe. ,
Pant. Eaunce, away, away, aboard! thy master is Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her shipped, and thuuart to post after with oars. What's lover.
the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass ! you All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.- will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time.
Laun. It is no matter, if the tyd were lost; for it is Val. I have dined.
the unkindest tyd, that ever any man ty’d. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cameleon Pant. What's the unkindest tide ? Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. by my victuals, and would fain have meat. 0, be not Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the food; and, like your mistress; be moved, be moved ! [Exeunt. in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy
voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, SCENE II. – Verona. A room in Julia's house.
lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, – Why Enter Proteus and Julia.
dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Laun. In thy tale.
Laun. Lose thotide, and the voyage, and the master,
(Giving a ring. and the service? The tide! - Why, man, if the river Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind this!
were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs, Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pant. Come, come away, man. I was sent to call thee.
- no, the dog
Val. So do you.
Val. Your folly.
our cat wrieyin
father; – no, this lettes
Pro. llere is my hand for my true constancy;
Made use and fair advantage of his days;
His years but young, but his experience old;
Laun. Well, I will go.
(Exeunt. His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; heit? The next cusuing hour some foul mischance
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth
SCENE IV.- Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
Heis complete in feature, and in mind,
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
He is as worthy for an empress' love,
As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
, to grace it
With commendation from great potentates;
And here he means to spend his time a-while:
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Val. Should I have wish'd athing, it had been he. -; Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. Ereens Val. Iudeed, madam, I seem so.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth! Ivia. Thu. Seem you that you are not ?
Silvia, I speak to you, and you, sir Thurio :-
For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke.
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, itor, ing; all the kind of the Launces hare this series Thu. What seem I, that I am not?
Had come along with me, but that his mistress I have received my proportion, like the prodiziaka,
Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's over Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them rite I think, Crab my dog bethe sourest-natured dog test
Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
still. vithter crying, our maid howling, Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, hands, aud all our honse in a great perplexity, res
How conid he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. a very pebble-stone, and has no more pityin biz eka
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour?) Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. a dog: aJew would have wept to have seen our partie
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of came- Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;' why, my grandam having no eyes, look yon, wept **
Upon a homely object love can wink.
Enter PROTEUS. are. ner of it: This shoe is
Sil. Have done, have done! here comes the gentleis my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother:
Val. You have said, sir. nay, that cannot be so neither ;- yes, it is so, it sei Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !— Mistress, I beseech it hath the worser sole: This shoe, with the hole is.
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. you, rite is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance da
. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly Confirm his welcome with some special favour! shot of!
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, .
Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant,
Val. Leave off discourse of disability!
Val. I know it well, sir: you have an excheqner of Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant!
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Sil. That you are welcome?
Pro. No; that
you are worthless.
Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak with
you. Of much good uews ?
Sil. I'll wait upon liis pleasure. [Exit Servant.
Come, sir Thurio,
Go with me!- Once more, new servant, welcome!
Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
(E.reunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Duke. Hath he notason?
Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you Val. Ay, my good lord; a sou, that well deserves
came? The hononr aud regard of such a father.
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your
love? To clothe mincage with angel-like perfection: Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister
, leek you, she is as white as a lily, and as small sa vazd is himself, and I am the dog:-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father,
ere he weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (0, that the
could speak now !) like a wood woman;-
and down : Dow come to my sister; mark the mouse y, makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, but v; speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears ad
Enter Parthing. Pant. Eaunce, away, away, aboard! thy master is ershipped, and thou art to post after with oars.
the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass! you will lose the tide, if you tarry auy longer.
Laun. It is no matter, if the tyd were lust; for it is the unkindest ty'd, that ever any man tyd. n Pant. What's the unkindest tide? d Laun. Why, he that's tyd here; Crab, mydog. et Pant. Tut, man, I meau thou'lt lose the fiood; and E. in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing the
voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, – Wij
dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose thotide, and the voyage, and the master,
know, you joy not in a love-discourse.
away, man. I was sent to callthes.