tem, "She hath no teeth."

are not for that neither, because I love crusts.

tem, "She is curst."

ell; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.

She will often praise her liquor."

her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things I be praised.

tem,

"She is too liberal."

her tongue she cannot; for that 's writ down she is slow of: of her she shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now of another thing she may; hat cannot I help. Well, proceed.

tem, "She hath more hair than wita, and more faults than hairs, and wealth than faults."

op there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice t last article: Rehearse that once more.

ore hair than wit,-it may be; I'll prove it: The cover of the salt the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers it is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less.

-" And more faults than hairs,"

hat's monstrous: O, that that were out!

-" And more wealth than faults."

What's next?

Why, that word makes the faults gracious: Well, I'll have her: And if a match, as nothing is impossible,—

What then?

Why, then will I tell thee,-that thy master stays for thee at the north

For me?

or thee? ay: who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. And must I go to him?

hou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long, that going will eserve the turn.

[Exit.

Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! ow will he be swinged for reading my letter: An unmannerly slave, will thrust himself into secrets!-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's tion.

SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace.

Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind.

ir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you, Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

nce his exile she hath despis'd me most,

* An old English Proverb.

[Exit.

Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,

That I am desperate of obtaining her.
DUKE. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trencheda in ice; which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.-
How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?

PRO. Gone, my good lord.

DUKE. My daughter takes his going grievously.
PRO. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
DUKE. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.-
Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee

(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.
PRO. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace,
Let me not live to look upon your grace.
DUKE. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect
The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
PRO. I do, my lord.

DUKE. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant

How she opposes her against my will.
PRO. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
DUKE. Ay, and perversely she persevers so.

What might we do, to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?
PRO. The best way is, to slander Valentine

With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;
Three things that women highly hold in hate.
DUKE. Ay, but she 'll think that it is spoke in hate.
PRO. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:

Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken
By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.
DUKE. Then you must undertake to slander him.
PRO. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do:
"T is an ill office for a gentleman;

Especially, against his very friend.

DUKE. Where your good word cannot advantage him,
Your slander never can endanger him;

Therefore the office is indifferent,

Being entreated to it by your friend.

PRO. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,

ght that I can speak in his dispraise,
all not long continue love to him.
ay this weed her love from Valentine,
ows not that she will love sir Thurio.
refore, as you unwind her love from him,
t should ravel, and be good to none,
must provide to bottom it on me 23;

à must be done, by praising me as much
1 in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

ad, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; se we know, on Valentine's report,

re already love's firm votary,

annot soon revolt and change your mind. this warrant shall you have access

e you

with Silvia may confer at large; he is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; e you may temper her, by your persuasion, te young Valentine, and love my friend. much as I can do, I will effect::ou, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; must lay lime, to tangle her desires, ilful sonnets, whose composed rhymes d be full fraught with serviceable vows. y, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. , that upon the altar of her beauty

acrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart. till your ink be dry; and with your tears it again; and frame some feeling line, may discover such integrity:

Orpheus' lute was strung with poet's sinews; e golden touch could soften steel and stones, tigers tame, and huge leviathans

ke unsounded deeps to dance on sands. your dire lamenting elegies,

by night your lady's chamber-window,

some sweet consorta: to their instruments

a deploring dumpb; the night's dead silence

well become such sweet complaining grievance. or else nothing, will inherit her.

t. The musicians consorted-chosen to play together-were called the consort; and so ection of music they performed-modernized into concert.

-a mournful elegy. Dump, or dumps, for sorrow, was not originally a burlesque "My sinews dull, in dumps I stand."-SURREY.

-obtain possession of.

DUKE. This discipline shows thou hast been in love.
THU. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently

To sorta some gentlemen well skill'd in music:
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn,
To give the onset to thy good advice.

DUKE. About it, gentlemen.

PRO. We'll wait upon your grace, till after supper;
And afterward determine our proceedings.

DUKE. Even now about it; I will pardon you.

• Sort to choose

[Exeunt.