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SCENE changes to Julia's House at Verona,

Enter Protheus and Julia.
Pro. ITAVE patience, gentle Julia.

Jul. muft,
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner:
Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's fake,

[Giving a ring Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ;
And when that hour o'erflips me in the day,
Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake :
The next ensuing hour fome foul mischance
Torment me, for my love's forgetfulness !
My father stays my coming; answer not:
The tide is now ; nay, not thy tide of tears ;
Thattide will stay me longer than I should: [Exit Julia.
Julia, farewel.-What! gone without a word ?
Ay, so true love should do ; it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Enter Panchion.
Pan. Sir Pretheus, you are stay'd for.

Pro. Go; I come.
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. (Exeunt.
SCEN E changes to à Street.

Enter Launce, with his dog Crab. Laun.

weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Protheus to , the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the fowreft-natur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fafter crying, our maid howl

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ling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity ; yet did not this cruel-hearted cur thed one tear ! he is a stone, a very pebble-ftone, 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 thoe is my father ; no, this left shoe is my father ; no, no, this left shoe is my mother ; nay, that cannot be fo neither; yes, it is so, it is fo; 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 laf is my fifter; for, look you, the is as white as a lilly, and as fmall as a wand; this hat is Nan, our maid ; I am the dogs no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog : oh, the dog is me, and I am myself ; ay, so, fo ; now come I to my father ; father, your blessing ; now hhould not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father ; well, he weeps on; now come I to my mother, oh that the could speak now (9) like a wood woman! well, I kiss


(9) Like an ould woman!] These were poetical Editors can do nothing towards an emendation, even when 'tis chalk'd out to their hands. The first folio's agree in would-woman; for which, because it was a mystery to Mr. Pope, he has unmeaningly subitituted ould aveman. But it must be writ, or at least understood, wood woman, i. e. crazy, frantick with grief; or, diftracted, from any other cause. The word is very frequently used in Chaucor ; and sometimes writ, cucod; sometimes, wode.

What should he study, or make himself wood?
In his character of the Monk,

They told ev'ry man that he was 'wode,

He was aghalte fo of Noe's flede. In his Miller's Tale. And he likewise uses wideness, for madness. Vide Spelman's Saxon Glofjory in the word wod. As to the reading in the old editions, would-woman, perhaps, this may be a defign'd corruption, to make Launce purposely blunder in the word; as he a little hefore very humorously calls the prodigal son, the prodigious foto-Tought to take notice, that my ingenious friend Mr. Vor. burton fent me up, this fame emendation, unknowing that I had already coniected the place. Vol. I,


Which Mr. Pope has there rightly his poems, has this line 170 The Two Gentlemen of VERONA. her ; why, there 'tis ? here's my mother's breath up and down : now come I'to my lifter; mark the moan Me makes : now the dog all this while heds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see, how I lay the duft with my taajs.


Enter Panthion. Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is. shipp'd, and thou art to post after with oars: what's The inatter? why weep'st thou, man? away, ass, you will lose the tide if you tarry any longer.

Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were loft, for it is ..the unkindest ty'd that ever any man tyd.

Pant, 'What's the unkindett tide sin si
Laun. Why, he that's tyd here ; Crab, my dog,

Pant. Tut, man, mean thoa's fore the flood; and in lofing the food, Jose thy voyage;' and in lofing thy voyage, lose thy master; and in Tofing thy master, lose thy service; and in lofing thy service, why doll thou stop my mouth on : i geis

Laun. For fear thou shoald'It lose thy tongue.
Pant. Where should blose my tonguerra
Laun. In thy tale.

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Pant. In thy tail:

-DOV DIOUp worl bat Laun. Lose the flood, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tide why, man, if the river were dry;lt am able to fill it with my tears ; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs, nadvor ob for 2016.08

Pants Come, come away, man o I was sent to callthee. at oLaunu Sir,call me whai thou dar til 150T Pant. Wilt thou go?

• iis tuoy ni gvil neds Laun. Well, I will

Vell, I will gobind syssl vo Y [Exlun.

Git eid; erit program bas YAIT rl had like to have forgots that woed is a term likewise used by our owa Poçtı Midfummer Night's Dream, Addysg A.. And here am I, and wood within this wood.

mad, muild, raping.

Thea to the woods ftark wood in rage the hies her.



GH SCÈ NE changes to Milan, s q+693 1 An Apartment in the Duke's Palace 4:9 Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. I

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Val. Mistress ?.
Speed. Master, Sir Thurig frowns on youes et Çip'?
ValAy, boy, it's for love.; }651375,51 "?'
Speed. Not of

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Val. Of
my mistress then again"

Speed.' 'Twere good, you knockt him. A., 2.,
Sil. Servant, you are fade
Val. Indeed, madam, I feem. fo.

Th4. Seem you that you are not in 19T 19 vn: Hal. Haply, I do.

Thy. So do counterfeitin Diviackii, A.,
VelSo do you.
Thu. What seem I, that I am not ?? non quit wity
Val, Wise.

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Thu. What instance of the contrary baw wn's
Val. Your folly.
Thu. And how quote you my folly !4.93 n.19

Vah. I quote it in your jerkin. viti).I wad ?i Thu, My jerkin is a doublet.

i gul brs Val, well then, I'll double your folly. wsi 309 : The How , , , 4 1 od Sil. What angry, Sir Thurio ? do you change colour? Val. Give himleave, madam; he is a kind of Gameleon

% That hach more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air,

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Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time.
Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end ere you begin.

Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly hot off.

Val. Tis, indeed, madam we thank the giver,
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Val. Yoúrfell, sweet Lady, for you gave the fire : Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's-looks, and spends, what be borrows, kindly in your company,

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I hall make your wit bankrupto:t Dugi

Val. I know it weil, Siri you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your rifollowers for it appears, by their v bare liveries, that they livé býlyour bare words.'* a917dig? 940 sil. No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes :), 1999, p

704 Enter the Duke. stisnrcburi Duke. Now, Eaughter Silwia, you are hard belet. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :: bo!! What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news?

ant una shili? Val, My Lord, I will be thankful hom. 1997 To any happy messenger from thence wt.evila Duke.

you Don Anthonio, your countryman? Kahe, Ay, my good Lord, I know the gentfemaholi To be of worth and worthy estimation ; And, not without desert, fo welf teputed T .?? Duke Hath he fon?

21010 931 OT IT Val. Ay, my good Lord, a son that well Ueferves

3 The honour and regard of such a

father. 1 sDuke, You know him well? Fi Wal. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy We have converft, and spent our hours together : And tho myself have been an idle truant, es uno Omitting the sweet benefit of time, STOW H 142 To cloathe mine, age with angel-like perfection in I Yet hath Sir Pratbeus, for that's his Made use and fair advantage of his days 90 OT His years but young, but his experience old ; di His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe ; ?! And, in a word, (for far behind his worth arom Come all the praises, that I now bestow." He is compleat in feature and in mind, bes99w

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