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Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
Valentine. Why then I would resort to her by night.
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. Valentine. What lets, but one may enter at her
window? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And built so shelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.
Valentine. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it.
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Valentine. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me
that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by.
Valentine. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; · How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Valentine. It will be light, my lord, that you may
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Then let me see thy cloak; I'll get me one of such another length.
Valentine. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ?I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. What letter is this same ? What's here !—To Silvia. And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads.
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ;
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them ;
While 1, their king, that thither them importune,
Because myself do want my servant's fortune :
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.—
[Exit DUKE. Valentine. And why not death, rather than live in
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE.
Launce. Him we go to find : there's not a hair on's head, but 'tis a Valentine.
Proteus. Valentine ?
Valentine. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good
news, So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Proteus. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
Valentine. Is Silvia dead ?
Valentine. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia !Hath she forsworn me?
Proteus. No, Valentine.
Valentine. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!What is your news ? Launce. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are
vanish’d. Proteus. That thou art banished, O, that's the news; From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.
Valentine. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
Proteus. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,
Proteus. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. The time now serves not to expostulate: Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate; And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Of all that may concern thy love affairs : As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Regard thy danger, and along with me. Valentine. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my
boy, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate.
Proteus. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Valentine. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine!
[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he but one knave. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but what woman, I will not tell myself.
Enter SPEED. Speed. How now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership?
Launce. With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.
Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake the word: What news then in your paper?
Launce. The blackest news, that ever thou heard'str