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SCENE I.—An Open Place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Pro. Wilt thou begone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu.
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with
groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading mo
Pro. So, by your circumstance you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you;
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire ? Once more adieu. My father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan. Val. As much to you at home; and so, farewell.
(Exit. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends to dignify them more ; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought, Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you. Saw you my
master ? Pro. But now he parted hence to embark for
Milan. Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd al
ready, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude, that my master is a shep
herd, then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whe
ther I wake or sleep. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True, and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd,
the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou SCENE II.-The Same. JULIA's Garden. for wages followest thy master, thy master for wa
Enter JULIA, and LUCETTA. ges follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, * baa.”
Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love? Pro. But, dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter
Luc. y, madam ; so you stumble not unheedto Julia ?
fully. Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, That every day with parle encounter me, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my
labour. In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were According to my shallow simple skill. best stick her.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour ? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; pound you.
But, were I you, he never should be mine. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? for carrying your letter.
Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Pro. You mistake : I mean the pound, the pin Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? fold.
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us ! Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Jul. How now! what means this passion at his over,
name? 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame, lover.
That I, unworthy body as I am, Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. I.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? Pro. Nod, I ? why that's noddy.
Luc. Then thus,—of many good I think him best. Speed. You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and
Jul. Your reason ? you ask me, if she did nod? and I say I.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason: Pro. And that set together, is noddy.
I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on together, take it for your pains.
him ? Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. letter.
Jul. Why, he, of all the rest, hath never mov'd Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. nothing but the word noddy for my pains.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
love. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow Luc. O! they love least, that let men know their purse.
love. Pro. Come, come ; open the matter in brief: Jul. I would I knew his mind. what said she ?
Peruse this paper, madam. Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and Jul. “To Julia.” Say, from whom? the matter, may be both at once delivered.
That the contents will show. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee ? said she ?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
from Proteus. Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, from her ?
Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, 1 Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from
pray. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! letter; and being so hard to me that brought your Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling To whisper and conspire against my youth ? your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, as hard as steel.
And you an officer fit for the place. Pro. What! said she nothing ?
There, take the paper: see it be return'd, Speed. No, not so much as—" take this for thy Or else return no more into my sight. pains.” To testify your bounty. I thank you, you Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth
hate. carry your letters yourself. And so, sir, I'll com Jul. Will you be gone ? mend you to my master.
That you may ruminate. [Exit. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. wreck,
It were a shame to call her back again, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, I must go send some better messenger:
And would not force the letter to my view, I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Since maids, in modesty, say “ No,to that Receiving them from such a worthless post. Which they would have the profferer construe,
[Exeunt. ** Ay."
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc.
I would it were ; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.
Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly ?
To take a paper up
And is that paper nothing ? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible : Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love."
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song.-How now, minion!
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jui. You do not?
No, madam; it is too sharp.
Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc. Indeed I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation !
[Tears the letter. Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be
best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the
same! O hateful hands! to tear such loving words: Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees that yield it with your stings ! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writkind Julia ;"_unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ—" love-wounded Proteus.”–
Lo! here in one line is his name twice writ, Even with the speediest expedition " Poor forlorn Proteus ; passionate Proteus
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. To the sweet Julia :"—that I'll tear away ;
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don AlAnd yet I will not, sith so prettily
phonso, He couples it to his complaining names.
With other gentlemen of good esteem, Thus will I fold them one upon another:
Are journeying to salute the emperor, Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. And to commend their service to his will.
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : Re-enter LUCETTA.
And, in good time,-now will wo break with him. Luc. Madam,
Pro. Sweet love ! sweet lines! sweet life! Luc. What! shall these papers lie like tell-tales Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; here!
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. O! that our fathers would applaud our loves, Lue. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down; To seal our happiness with their consents ! Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. () heavenly Julia ! Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Ant. Flow now! what letter are you reading Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you there? see:
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or I see things too, although you judge I wink.
two Jul. Come, come; will’t please you go?
Of commendations sent from Valentine,
Ant. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. SCENE III.— The Same. A Room in Antonio's Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he House.
How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
And daily graced by the emperor;
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Ant. Why, what of him?
And not depending on his friendly wish. Pant.
He wonder'd, that your lordship Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish. Would suffer bim to spend his youth at home, Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, While other men, of slender reputation,
For what I will, I will, and there an end. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; With Valentinus in the emperor's court : Some, to discover islands far away ;
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Some, to the studious universities
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. For any, or for all these exercises,
To-morrow be in readiness to go: He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet,
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. And did request me to importune you
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided :
To hasten on his expedition.
[Exeunt Antonio and Panthino. Not being tried and tutord in the world :
Pro. Thus have I shunnid the fire for fear of Experience is by industry achiev'd,
burning, And perfected by the swift course of time.
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; How his companion, youthful Valentine,
And, with the vantage of mine own excuse, Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Hath he excepted most against my love. Ant. I know it well.
O! how this spring of love resembleth Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent The uncertain glory of an April day, him thither.
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you :
And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Exeunt. 51