Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free!

EN OF VERONA.

the B r a m a.

PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.
Bost, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Out-laws.
julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine.
LCCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians.

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?
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew 1
sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my mind,
master seeks not me: therefore, I are no sheep. According to my shallow simpleskill.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour?
shepherd for food follows not the sheep;thou for wages Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
followest thy master, thy master for wages follows But, were I you, he never should be mine.
not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so.
Pro. But dost thou hear ? gay'st thou my letter to Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Julia?

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,
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
muttons,

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him be
stick her

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.
Pro. But what said she ? did she nod? (Speed nods. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
Speed. I.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their lo
Pro. Nod, 1 ? why, that's noddy.

Jul. I would, I know his mind.
Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you Luc. Peruse this paper, madam!
ask me, if shedid nod: and I say, I.

Jul. To Julia, - Say, from whom?
Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

Luc. That the contents will shew.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge- Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
ther, take it for your pains !

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, fr-
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Proteus :
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with He would have given it you, but I, being in the way
you.

Did in your name receiveit; pardon the fault, I pr
Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

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?
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. And you an officer fit for the place.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief! What There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
said she ?

Or else return no more into my sight!
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than h
matter, may be both at once delivered.

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!
Being destined to a drier death on shore:-

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
I must go send some better messenger ;

And ask remission for my folly past :
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,

What ho! Lucetta!
Receiving them from such a worthless post. (Exeunt.

Re-enter LUCETTA.

Luc. What would your ladyship?
SCENE II.- The same. Garden of Julia's house. Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.

Luc. I would it were;
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? And not upon your maid.

Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. What is't you took up
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

So gingerly?
That every day with parle encounter me,

Luc. Nothing

3 *

(Exit Valentine.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
Te leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
"hou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me,
Tade me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Var with good counsel, set the world at nonght:
lade wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?
Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark för Milao.
Speed. Tweuty to one then, he is shipp'd already;
nd I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
z if the shepherd be awhile away.
Speed. You couclude that my master is a shepherd

then, and I a sheep?
Pro. I do.
peed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I

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.

that I can deny by a circumstance.

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Than, te!! me, whether were I best to send him?
Jul. Tuisbabble shall notkenceforth trouble me. Punt. I think, your lordship is not igaoraat,
llare is a col with proir tation, - Tears the letter. How his companioa, yoathial Valentine,
Go, get yon zone; and let the papers lie!

Attend, the emperor in his royal court.
Yond behozoring them, to anger me.

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,
Injariona wamps, to feed on such sweet honey, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
And kill the bees, that yield it, with yoar stings! Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
lil kiserach several paper for amends.

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
And here is writ - kind Julia ; - unkind Julia! The cxecution of it shall make known;
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Even with the speediest execution
I throw thy name against the bruising stones, I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus: - With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,

Are journeying to salate the emperor,
Shall lodge thee, will thy wound be throughly heald; And to commend their service to his will.
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

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,
Thus will I fold them one upon another;

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news!
Re-enter LUCETTA.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. How happily he lives, how well beloved,
Jul. Well, let us go!

And daily graced by the emperor ;
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telltales here? Wishing me with him, partner of his fortuna
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will,
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And not depending on his friendly wish.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you sce; Muse not, that I thus suddenly proceed;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.

For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (Exeunt. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time

With Valentinus in the emperor's court;

What maintenance he from his friends receives, Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Like exhibition thon shalt have from me.

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
To-morrow be in readiness to go:

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean.
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and
Please yon, deliberate a day or two!

yet knowest her not?
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
thee.

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
No more of stay! to-morrow thon must go.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd

Val. What dost thou know?
To hasten on his expedition. (Exeunt Ant, and Pant. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well fa-
Pro

. Thus have I shunn’d the fire, for fear of burning; voured.
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her fa-
I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter,

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.
Re-enter PANTHNO.

Val. How long hath she been deformed ?
Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;

Speed. Ever since you lov'd her.
! Heis in haste; therefore, I pray you, go!

Fal. I have loy'd her ever since I saw her; and still I
Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords thereto; see her beautiful.
And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Exeunt. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

Val. Why?

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?
Enter VALENTINE and Speed.

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de-
Speed. Sir, your glove.

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-
Val. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine :- ning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !

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. How now, sirrah?

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.

Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

one she loves.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Speed. And have you?
Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia? Val. I have.
Speed. She that your worship loves ?

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Peace,
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have here she comes.
learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a

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.

Aside.
of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of mo- Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ;

and now you are metamorphos’d with a mistress, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my But for my duty to your ladyship.
master

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Are all these things perceived in me?

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off';
Speed. They are all perceived without you.

For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
Val. Without me? they cannot.

I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ?
without you were so simple, none else would; but you Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,
are so without these follies, that these follies are Please you command, a thousand times as much:
within you, and shine through you like the water in an And yet,
urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physi- Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
cian to comment on your malady.

And yet I will not name it:- and yet I care not;

one.

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Purit. Trere zood, I SL, your order
Tiere shai he practise tilts and tecreases
lear sweet discourse, coarerse with sciems,
And beinere of every exercise,
Tort his roath and nobeness of birth

Ant. I like the counsel: we? bast thoz adn'?:
End, that thou may st percrise boswellne

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,

cease,

ney;

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

ip'er

a

reason.

And yet take this again ; -- and yet I thank you; Pro. Ilere is my hand for my true constancy;
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. And when that hour o’er-slips me in the day,

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
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

EN
But since unwillingly, take them again;

My father stays my coming; answer not;
Nay, take them!

The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;
Val. Madanı, they are for you.

That tide will stay me longer than I should ;
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request;
But I will none of them; they are for you :

Julia, farewell. --- What! gone without a word?
I would have had them writ more movingly.

Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over :

Enter PaxThixo.
And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Val. If it please me, madam ! what then ?

Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. (Exeunt

ndeed,
And so good-morrow, servant ! (Exit Silvia.
Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,

SCENEIII. - The same. A street.
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a

Enter Launce, leading a dog.

ludos
steeple!
Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere) have done weep-

s dos
My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor, ing; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault:
He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son,

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?
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia !

Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pant. Where should I lose my tongue?
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Laun. In thy tale.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Pant. In thy tail ?
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

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.

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- no, the dog

me, and

a

an end.

ona?

Val. So do you.

Val, Wise.

Val. Your folly.

our cat wrieyin

, les

leon.

a

father; – no, this lettes

man.

Pro. llere is my hand for my true constancy;
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Made use and fair advantage of his days;
And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
Pant Wilt thou go?

His years but young, but his experience old;
Aside. Wherein á sighnot, Julia, for thy sake,

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
Torment me for my love's forgetfuluess!

SCENE IV.- Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
My father stays my coming; answer not;

palace.

Heis complete in feature, and in mind,
The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears; Enter Valentine, Silvia, Tuurio, and Speed. With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
That tide will stay me longer than I should ;
Sil. Servant —

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
Endant
Val. Mistress?

He is as worthy for an empress' love,
Julia, farewell. - What! gone without a word?
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
For truth hath better deeds, than words

, to grace it

.
Speed. Not of you.

With commendation from great potentates;
Enter PaythiNO.

Val
. Of my mistress then.

And here he means to spend his time a-while:
Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for. Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him.

I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Pro. Go; I come, I come: -
Sil. Servant, you are sad.

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 :-
SCENEIII. - The same. A street.

Val
. Haply, I do.

For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
Enter Launce, leadinga dog.
Thu. So do counterfeits.

I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke.
Laun. Nav,'t will be this hour ere) have done person

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.
Thu. And how quote you my folly?
lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, are

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

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

Val
. Well, then, I'll double your folly.

How conid he see his way to seek out you?
the not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a step
Thu. How?

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.
self blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you them:
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood,

Enter PROTEUS. are. ner of it: This shoe is

my
than live in your air.

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

Sil

. 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. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from.
ou this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog:
Sil. Who is that, servant?

Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
Val. Yourself, sweetlady; for you gave the fire: Sir Tobe my fellow-servant to your ladyslip!
Father, your blessing! Now should not the shoe sterkte Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant,
a word for weeping ; now should I kiss my fatherid and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability!
;-well, lix make your wit bankrupt.

Val. I know it well, sir: you have an excheqner of Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant!
Hords, and, I think, po other treasure to give your fol- Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else,
lowers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;
liveby your bare words.

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Sil
. No more, gentlemen, no more! here comes my Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.

Sil. That you are welcome?
Enter Duke.

Pro. No; that

you are worthless.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

Enter Servant.
Sir Valentine, your futher's in good health:

Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak with
What say yon to a letter from your friends

you. Of much good uews ?

Sil. I'll wait upon liis pleasure. [Exit Servant.
Val. My lord, I will be thankful

Come, sir Thurio,
To any happy messenger from thence.

Go with me!- Once more, new servant, welcome!
Duke. Know yon Don Antonio, your countryman? I'll leave you to confer of home atlairs;
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman When you have done, we look to hear from you,
To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
And not without desert so well reputed.

(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
Duke. You know him well?

commended.
Val. Iknew him, as myself; forfrom our infancy Val. And how do yours?
We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: Pro. I left them all in health.
And though myself have been an idle truant,

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,

2

there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister

; fer

, 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,

a

father.

ere he weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (0, that the

could speak now !) like a wood woman;-
her; — why, there 'tis ; here's my mother's breathe

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

miasta

dost thou stop my mouth?

Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Pant. Where should I lose my tougue?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pant. In thy tail?

Laun. Lose thotide, and the voyage, and the master,
and the service? The tide! - Why, man, if the river
were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind Omitting the sweet benefit of time,
down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.