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Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.

Pro. l’il die on him that says so, but yourself.
Sil. That you are welcome ?
Pro. That you are worthless.

Enter Servant.
Serv. Madam, my Lord your father would speak

with you. (10) Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure : (Exit Serv.) Come,

Sir Thurio, Go with me. Once more, my new fervant, 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.

(Exe. Sil. and Thu. Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pr6. 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, Protheus, 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-fore sighs. For, in revenge of my conteinpt of love, Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow. O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty Lord; And hath fo humbled me, as, I confess, There is no woe to his correction ; Nor to his service, no such joy on earth.

(10) Thus. Madam my Lord your fatber] This speech in all the editions is assign'd improperly to Thurio ; but he has been all along upon the stage, and could not know that the Duke wanted his daughter. Besides, the firft line and half of Silvia's answer is evidently address’d to two persons. A fervant, therefore, must come in and deliver the message; and chen Silvia goes out with Thurio.



Now no discourse, except it be of love ;
Now can I break my fait, dine, fup, and feep
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough: I read your fortone in your eye.
Was this the idol, that you worship so ?

Val. Even she ; and is she not a heav'nly faint ?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon.
Val. Call her divine.
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Val. O, flatter me ; for love delights in praise,

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
And I must minifter the like to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Yet let her be a principality,
Sov’reign to all the creatures on the earth.

Pro. Excepi my mistress.

Vål. Sweet, except not any ;
Except thou wiit except againft my love.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignify'd with this high honoun To bear my Lady's train, left the hafe earth Should froin her'vetve chance to fteal a kis; And, of fu great a favour growing proud, Dildain to root thè fummer-swelling flower ; And make rough winter everlastingly,

Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadism is this ? Val. Pardon me, Protheus; 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 o wn; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their fand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Because thou seest me doat upon my love. My foolish rival, that her father likes, Only for his possessions are so huge, Is gone with her along, and I mut after ;

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[Exit Val.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Pro. But the loves you ?
Val.Ay, and we are betroth’d; nay, more,our marriage

Wish all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determind of; how I must climb her window,
The ladder made of cords, and all the means
Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.
Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before ; I fall enquire you forth.
I must unto the road, to disembark
Some necessaries that I needs must use;
And then I'll presently attend you..

Val. Will you make halte ?

Pro. I will.
Ev’n as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another;
So'the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentino's praise, (11)
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus?
She's fair ; and so is Julia, that I love;
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
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(11) Is it mine then, or Valentino's praise,) This supplemental word, then, was first elapt in by Mr. Rowe to help the lab'ring verse, and fince embrac'd by Mr. Pope. But let us see, what sense results from it. What! is Protbeus questioning with himself, whether it is his own praise, or Valentine's, that makes him fall in love? But Proibeus had not prais’d Silvia any farther than giving his opinion of her in thrie words, when his friend demanded it. In all the old editions, we find it thus;

Is it mine, or Valentine's praise. The verse halts 1o, that some one syllable must be wanting; and that Mr. Warburton las very ingeniously, and, as I think, with certainty supply'd, as I have restor'd in the text. Protbeus had just fren Valentine's mistress; Valentine had prais’d her so lavishly, that the description heighten'd Probeus's sentiments of her from the interView; fo that it was the lefs wonder that he should not know cer

inly, at first, which made the strongest impression, Valentine's praises, or his own view of the originali

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Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it wasă.
Methinks, my-zeal to Valentine is cold;
And that I love him not, as I was wont:
Oh! but I love his Lady too, too, much ;
And that's the reason, I love him so little.
How shall I doat on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her?
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled so my reason's light:
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason, but I shall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will ;
If not, to compass her I'll use my kill. [Exito

SCENE changes to'a Street:

Enter Speed and Launce.


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Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, 'rill he be hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain not be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale-house with you presently, where, for one shot of five-pence, thou shalt have five thoufand welcomes. But, firrali how did thy master part with madam Julia ?

Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted. very fairly in jest.

Speed. But shall she marry him?
Laun. No.
Speed. How then ? shall he marry

her? Laun. No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. Why then how stands the matter with them? w It is Padua in the former editions. See the note on Act 3.

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Laun. Marry, thus : when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.

Spred. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.

Speed. What thou say'st ?

Laur. Ay, and what I do too ? look thee, I'll bat lean, and my staff understands me.

Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Laux. Why, stand-under, and understand, is all one.
Speed. But tell me true, will’t be a match ?

Laun. Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.

Speed. The conclufion is then, that it will.

Laun. Thou fhalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable.

Speed. 'Tis well, that I get it fo; but, Launce, how fay'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover?

Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reporteft him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou miftak'st me.
Laun. Why,fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not tho' he burn himself in love : If thou wilt go with me to the ale. house, fo; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why?

Laun. Because thou haft not so much charity in thee, as 10 go to the ale-house with a Cbriftian: wilt thou go? Speed. At thy service.

[Excunt. Enter Protheus folus. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forfworn : And ev'n that pow'r, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bade me swear, and love bids me forfwear :

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