serves Enter Duke. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? Val. My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country man? Val Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed. Duke. Hath he not a son ? Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deThe honour and regard of such a father. Duke. You know him well ? Val. I knew him as myself; for from our in fancy good, (1) Ill betide, he. I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ; Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thúrio :For Valentine, I need not citel him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prison. ers still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upon a homely object love can wink. Enter Proteus. Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I be. ܪ seech you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress. Vol. Leave off discourse of disability : (1) Incite. Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. Pro. Pll die on him that says so, but yourself. that you are worthless. No; Enter Servant. with you. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Si. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs ; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. (Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro. I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love ? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : I have done penance for contemning love ; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorO, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, row. There is no wo to his correction, 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? 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, Pro. Except my mistress. 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, And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlasting. 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 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, own; Because thou seest me dote upon my love. Pro. But she loves you? Ay, and we are betroth'd; Val. Will you make haste ? [Exit Val. by a newer object quite forgotten. (1) On further knowledge. |