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Speed. To yourself: why, she woos you by a figure. Val. What figure ? Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. Why, she hath not writ to me.
Speed. What need she; when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you indeed, sir: but did you perceive her eamest?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
there an end. 1
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: For often you have writ to her; and she, in
modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again
reply, Or fearing else some messenger, that might her
mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write
unto her lover.All this I speak in print; for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the cameleon, Love, can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.
[Exeunt. (1) There's the conclusion.
SCENE II.–Verona. A room in Julia's house.
Enter Proteus and Julia.
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
(Giving a ring: Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here,
take you this. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! 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;
[Exit Julia. Julia, farewell.—What! gone without a word ? Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Pro. Go; I come, I come:
SCENE III.---The same.
A street. Enter Launce, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have received my proportion, like the
prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives : my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear : he is a stone, a very pebble. stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting: Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;no, this left shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole : this shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father : a vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog 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; Father, your blessing; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (Ó, that she could speak now!) like a woodl woman ;-well, I kiss her;-why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down : now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes : now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word ; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Enter Panthino. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
(1) Crazy, distracted.
Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it
Pan. Tut, man, mean thou'lt lose the flood;
Laun. Lose the tide, 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 were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.--Milan. An apartment in the
Duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thu-
(1) Serious. (2) Perhaps.
Thu. So do counterfeits.
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour?
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the
giver. Sil. Who is that, servant ?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company:
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Sil. No
more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes my father.