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Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Duke. And, Protheus, we dare trust you in this Duke. My daughter takes his going heavily. Because we know, on Valentine's report, [kind; Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. You are already love's firin votary,
Duke. So I believe, but Thurio thinks not s0.- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, 5 Upon this warrant shall you have access, (For thou hast shewn some sign of good desert) Where you with Silvia inay conter at large, Makes me the better to conter with thee.
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Let me not live to look upon your grace. (eflect Where you inay temper her, by your persuasion,
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would 10 To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. The match between sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. As much as I can do, I will eifect:Pro. I do, my lord.
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. And also, I do think, thou art not ignorant You must lay lime ', to tangle her desires, Ilow she opposes her against my will.
By waillul sonnets, whose composed rhimes Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentinewas here. 15/should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she perseveres so. Duke. Ay, muchistheforce of heaven-bred poesy. What might we do to make the girl forget
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty The love of Valentine, and live sir Thurio? You sacrifice your tears, your sighis, your heart:
Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears With falshood, cowardice, and poor descent; 20 Moist it again; and frame some feeling line, Three things that women highly hold in hate. That may discover such integrity:
Duke. Ay, but she'll think that it is spokein hate. For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews; Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Whose golden touch could soitensteel and stones, Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken Make tygers tame, and huge leviathans By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. 25 forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. After your dire-lamenting elegics, Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: Visit by night your lady's chamber-window 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman;
With some sweet concert: to their instruments Especially, against his very friend. shim, Tune a deploring dump“; the night's dead silence Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage 30 Willwell becomesuch s
sweetcomplaininggrievance. Your slander never can endamage him; This, or el e nothing, will inherit her'. [love. Therefore the office is indifferent,
Duke. This discipline shews thou hast been in Being intreated to it by your friend.
Thur. And thyadvicethis night I'll putin practice: Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giver, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, 33 Let us into the city presently She shall not long continue love to him.
To sort sorne gentlemen well skill'd in musick: But say, this weed her love from Valentine, I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn, It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. [him. To give the onset to thy good advice. Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from Dike. About it gentlemen.
[per, Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
40 Pro. We'll wait upon your gracetill after supYou must provide to bottom it on me?:
And afterwards determine our proceedings. Which must be done, by praising me as much Duke. Even no about it; I will pardon' you. As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.
IIf not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you,
That all the travellers do fear so much.
Val. My friends,1 Out. FELLOWS, stand fast; 1 sec a passenger.
1 Out. That's not so, sir ; we are your enemies. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but 55 2 Out. Peace; we'll hear hiin. down with 'em.
3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we; Enter Valentine and Speed.
For he's a proper man. 3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us what
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose; about you ;
I am, cross’d with adversity: "Very is immediate. 2 The meaning of this allusion is, As you wind off her love from him, make me the bottom on which you wind it. The women's term for a ball of thread wound upon a central body, is a bottom of thread. * That is, birdlime. A dump was the ancient terin for a mournful elegy. * To inherit, is here used for to obtain possession of, without any idea of acquiring by inheritance. • That is, to chuse out, ? That is, I will excuse you from waiting.
My riches are these poor habiliments.
(Provided, that you do no outrages Of which if you should here disfurnish me, JOn silly wonen, or poor passengers. You take the sun and substance that I have.
3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices, 2 Oui, Whitner travel you?
Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews, Vol. To Verona.
5 And shew thee all the treasure we have got; 1 Vut. Whence canie you?
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. l'al. From Milan.
(Excunt. 3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?
SCENE II. Val. Some sixieen months; and longer might have staid,
10 Under Silvia's apartment in Milan. If crooked tortune had not thwarted me.
Enter Protheus. } Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Pro. Already have I been false to Valentine, Vul. I was.
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. 2 Cut. For what offence?
[hearse. Under the colour of commending him,
To be corrupted with my worthless gitts.
1 Out. Why ne'er repent it, if it were done so: She twits me with my falslood to my friend; But were you banisli’d for so small a fault? 20 When to her beauty I commend my vows,
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. She bids me think, how I have been forsworn 1 Out. Have you the tongues?
In breaking faith with Julia whom I lov'd. Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy: And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips ', Or else loften had been miserable. [friar, The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat25 Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, This fellow were a king for our wild faction. The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. i Out. We'll have him: sirs, a word.
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her Speed. Master, be one of them;
window, It is a kind of honourable thievery.
And give some evening music to her ear. Val. Peace, villain!
Enter Thurio und Musicians. 2 Out. Tell us this; liave you any thing to take Thu. How now, sir Protheus: are you crept Pul. Nothing but my fortune.
love 3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen, Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Will creep in service where it cannot go. Thrust from the company of awiul' men: 35
Thu. Ay, but I lope, sir, that you love not here, Myself was irom Verona banished,
Pro. Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. For practising to steal away a lady,
Thu, Whom? Silvia ? An heir, and piece ally'd unto the duke.
Pro. Ay, Silvia,--for your sake. 2 uut. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman, Thu. I thank you foryourown. Now, gentlemen, Whom, in my mood, I stabb'd unto the heart.
40 Let's tune, and to it lustily a while. i Out. And I, for such like petty crines as these. EnterHost atadistance; and Julia inboy'scloaths, But to the purpose',- (for we cite our faults, Host. Now, my young guest! methinks you're That they inay hold excus'd our lawless lives)
allycholly; I pray you, why is it? And, partly, seeing you are beautify'd
Jul. Marry, nine host, because I cannot be
Hóst. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring
you where you shall hear music, and see the 2 Oui. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man, gentleman that you ask'd for. Therefore, above the rest, we pariey to you: Jul. But shall I hear him speak? Are you content to be our general ?
50 Host. Ay, that you shall. To make a virtue of necessity,
Jul. That will be music. And live, as we do, in the wilderness ?
Host. Hark! hark! 3 Out. What say'st thou ? wilt thou be our Jul. Is he among these? consort?
Host. Ay: but peace, let's hear'em. Sav, ay, and be the captain of us all :
1551 We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,
SONG. Love thee as our commander, and our king.
Who is Silvia? what is she 1 Out. But it thou scurn our courtesy, thou dy'st. That all our swains commend her? 2 Cut. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have Holy, fair, and wise is she ; otter'd.
1601 The heaters such grace did lend her, rul. I take your offer, and will live with you;l That she might admired be.
Reverend, worshipful, such as magistrates. ? Quality is nature relatively considered, That is, hasty passionate reproaches and scolls,
Is she kind, as she is fair ?
For me,-by this pale queen of night I swear, For beauty lives with kindness:
I am so far from granting thy request,
That I despise the tor tly wrongiul suit;
And by and by intend to chide myseit,
Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady:
But she is dead. That Skiais tacelling;
Jul. [ Aside.] 'Twere false, if I should speak it; She eicels cuch mortu! thing,
For, I am sure, she is not buried.
10 Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, To her let us gurlanuls bring.
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, Host. How now? are you sadder than you were I am betrotli'd; and art thou not asham'd before?
To wrong him with thy importunacy? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Pro. I likewise hecil, that Valentine is dead. Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not.15 Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave, Host. Why, my pretty youth?
Assure thyself, my love is buried. Jul. He plays false, father.
Pro. Sweet ladi, let me rake it from the earth. Host. How, out of tune on the strings?
Sil.Go to thy lady's grave, and call hersthence, Jul. Not so; but yet so false', that he grieves Or, at the least, in her s sepulchre thine. my very hrart-strings.
20 Jul. [ Aside.) He heard not that. flost. You have a quick ear.
Pro. Madam, if that your heart be so obdurate, Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me Vouchsafe me yet your picture for iny love, have a slow heart.
The picture that is hanging in your chamber; Host. I perceive, you delight not in music. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep; Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.
25 For, since the substance of your perfect self Host. Hark, what fine change is in the music! Is else devoted, I am but a shadow: Jul. Ay; that change is the spite. thing. And to your shadow will I make true love. Host. You would have themalwaysplay butone Jul. (.Aside. ] It’twere a substance, you would, Jul. I would always liave one play but one
deceive it, thing.
30 And make it but a shadow, as I am. But, host, doth this sir Protheus, that we talk on, Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Often resort unto this gentlewoman?
But, since your falshood shall become you well Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, toldme, To worship shadows, and adore fal:e shapes. he lov'd her out of all nick'.
Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Jul. Where is Launce?
33. lnd so, good rest. Host. Gone to seek his clog; which, to-mor Pro. As wretches have o'er-night, row, by his master's command, he inust carry for That wait for execution in the morn. a present to his lady,
[Excunt Protheus and Silvia. Jal. Peace! stand aside, the company parts. Jul. Host, will you go? Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you; I will so plead, 40 Host. By my ballidom, I was fast asleep. That you shall say, my cunning drill excels. jul. Pray you, where lies sir Protheus : Thu. Where meet we?
Host. Marry, at my house: Trust me, I think Pro. At Saint Gregory's well.
'tis almost day. Thu. Farewell. [Ercunt Thurio and musick. Jul. Not so; but it hath beer: the longest night
Silvia appears abore, at her wiņılove. +5 That e'er I watch'd, and the most heaviest. Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship.
[Exeunt. Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentleren:
SCENE III. Who is that, that spahe?
[truth, Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's
Enter Eglamour. You'd
quickly learn to know him by his voice. 50 Egl. This is the hour that madam Silvia Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Entreated me to call, and know her mind; Pro. Sir Protheus, gentle lady, and your servant. There's some great matter she'd employ ine in.-Sil. Wat is your will?
Silvia, above at h:r zindow.
Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself. That hast deceived so many with thy vows? 001 According to your ladyship's impose?, Return, return, and make thy loye amends. I am thus early come to know what service
Beyond all reckoning or count. Reckonings are kept upon nicked or notched sticks ar tallies. lipose is injunction, command,
It is your pleasure to command me in.
thrusts me himself into the company of three or sii. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman, our gentlemen-like dogs under the duke's table : (Think not I flatter, for, I swear, i do not) he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing Valiant, wise, remorseful', weli accomplisid. while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will 5 the dog, says one; Ilutcur is that? says another; I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Whiplimoué, saysthethird; Hanchimup, saysthe Nor how my father would enforce me marry Huke: I, having been acquainted with the smell Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors. before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the Thyself hat lov'd; and I have heard thee say, fellow that whips the dogs': Frisnd, quoth I, you No grief dhd ever come su near tny heart, 10 mean to whiptiz dog? Ay, murri, edol, quoth he. As when thy lady and thy true-love dy'!, You dolinthe more wrong, quothl; 't reas I did the 2 Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity. thing you root of. He makes no more ado, but Si Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
whips ine out of the chamber. How many masTo Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode; ters would do this for their servant? pay, I'll be And, for the ways are dangerous to pass, 15 sworn I have sat in the stocks for puddingshe hath I do desire thy worthy company,
stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have Upon whose faith and honour 1 répose.
toodi on the pillory for geese he hath kill'd, otherUrge not my fathers anger, Eylamour,
wise he had suffer'd for 't: thou think'st not of But think upon my griel, a lacly's grief;
this now !-Nay, I remember the trick you serv'd And on the justice ot my ilying hence, 120 me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did To keep me irom a most uniwy matchi
, (plagues. not I bid thee still mark me, and do as I do? Which heaven, and fortune, still reward with When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and I do desire thee, even from a heart
make water against a gentlewoman’s farthingale? As full of sorrows, as the sea of sands,
aidst thou ever see me do such a trick? To bear me company, and go with me:
Enter Proiheus and juriu. If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
Pro. Sebastian is thy name? Ulike thee wel, That I may ve plure to depart alone.
and will employ thee in some service presently. gl. Madam, 1 pity much your 'grierances : Jul. In what you please;—I'll do, sir, what Icaii, Which since I hvow they virtuously are plac'd, Pro. I hope, thou wilt.-Now now, you whore I give consent to go along with you;
[io Launce. Recking as little what betideth me,
Where have you been these two days loitering? As much I wish all good befortune you.
Laun. Marry, sir, I carry'd mistress Silvia the When will you go?
dog you bade me. Sil. This crening coming.
Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Egl. Where shall I meet you?
35 Luun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; Sil. At friar Patrick's cell,
and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for Where I tend holy confession.
such a present. Egl. I will not fail your ladyship:
Pro. But she received my dag? Good-morrow, gentle lady.
Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here I have Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour. [Exeunt. 40 brought him back again. Enter Launce neith his dog.
Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from nie? When a man's servant shall play ine cur with Laun. Ay, sir; the other squirrel was stol’n from him, look you, it goes bard: one ihat I brought me by the hangman's bovin the market-place: and up of a puppy; one that I sav’l from drowning. lihen I offer d hermine own; who is a dog as big as when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters 45 ten of yours, and therefore the gitt the greater. went to it! I have taughuim--even as one would Pro. Go, get thee hence, and ind my dog again, say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was Or ne'er return again into my sight. sent to deliver hiin, as a present to mistress Silvia, Away, I say: Stay'st thou to vex me here? from my master; and I came no sooner into the A slave, that, still an end ", curns me to shame. dining chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, 50
[Exit Launce. and steals her capon's leg: 0, 'tis a foul thing, Sebastian, I have entertained thee, when a cur cannot keep himself in all compa Partly, that I have need of such a youth, nies! I would have, as one should say, one that That can with some discretion do my business, takes upon him to be a deg indeed; to be, as it For 'tis no trusting to yon toolish lowt; were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more 55 But, chieily, for thy face, and thy behaviour; wit than he, to take a tault upon me that he did, Whiclı
, if my augury deceire me not, I think verily he had been hang'd for't; sure as 1 Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth: live, he had sutter'd for 't: you shall judge. He (Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
i Remorseful is pitiful. * It was common in former ages for widowers and widows to make vows of chastity in honour of their deceased wives or husbands. : Sorrows. + To reck is to care for.
That is, restrain himself. • A proverbial expression of those times. ? This appears to have been part of the office of an usher of the table. • That is, in the end, at the conclusion of every business he undertakes.
Go oresently, and take this ring with thee, (I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know, they are stuid with protestations,
Jul. It eems, you lord not her, to leave her As easily as i do tear this paper, Shes dearl, belihe.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. Pro. Not so; I think she lives.
Sil. The more shame for him, that he sends it Jul. Alas!
For, I have heard him say a thousand times, [me; Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas?
His Nlia gare it him at his departure: Ju. I cannot chuse but pity her.
Though his false tinger hath profan’d the ring, Pro. Whereiore should'st ihon pity her? 10 Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Jul. Because, methinks, that she lov d you as
Jul. She thanks you. As you do love your lady Silvia;
(well Sil. What say'st thou? She drrains on him, that has forgot her love : Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: You doat on her, that cares not for your love. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary,
115 Sil. Dost thou know her? And, thinhing on it, makes me cry, alas!
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself: Pro. Well, give her that ring, and therewithal To think upon her woes, I do protest, This letter;--that's her chainbur.---Tell my lady, That I have wept an hundred several times. I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Sil. Belike, she thinks that Protheus hath forYourmes agedone, hie home unto my chamber, 20
[sorrow. Where thou shalt find me sad and solitary.
Jul. I think she doth; and that's her cause of [Exit Prothous.
Sil. Is she not passing fair ? Jul. How manywomenwould do sucha message: Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is; Alas,
poor Protheus! thou hast entertain'd When she did think my master lov'd her well, A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs: 25 She, in my judgment, was as fair as you ; Alis, poor fool! why do I pity him
But since she did neglect her looking-glass, That with his very heart despiseth me?
And threw her su-expelling mask away, Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks, Because I love him, I must pity him,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, This ring I gave him, when he parted froin me, 30 That now she is become as black as I. To bind him to remember ny good-will:
Sil. How tall was she? And now I am (unhappy messenger)
Jul. About my stature: for at Pentecost, To plead for that, which I would not obtain; When all our pageants of delight were play'd, To carry that which I would have refus’d;
Our youth goi me to play the woman's part, To praise his faith, which I would have disprais’d. 35 And I was trum'd in madam Julia's gown ; I ani my master's true confirmed love:
Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, But camiot be true servant to my master, As if the garment had been made for me : Unless I prove false traitor to mys::If.
Therefore, I know she is about my height. Yet will I woo for him ; but yet so coldly,
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good', As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. 40 For I did play a lamentable part: Enter Siltia.
Madam, 'iwas Ariadne, passioning, Gentleroman, good day! I pray vou, be my mear For Theseus' perjury, and unjust Hight; To bring me where to speak with madam Silvia. Which I so lively acted with my tears,
Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience 45 Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead, To bear me speak the message I am sent on. If I in thought felt not her very sorrow! SZ. Frun whom?
Sil. She is beholden to thee, genue youth:jul. From my master, sir Protheus, madam. Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!Sit. Oh! hesends you for a picture?
I weep myself, to think upon thy words. J'll. Ay, mada!n.
50 Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.
Forthy'sweet mistress'sake,because thoulov'sther. [Picture brought. Farewell.
[Erit Silviu. Go, give your master this: tell him from me, Jul. And she shall thank you fort, if e'er you One Juria, that his changing thoughts torget,
know her.Yould better fit his chamber, than this shadow. 55 A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.
Jul. Vladain, please you peruse this letter. I hope, my master's suit will be but cold, - Pardun me, marlam; I have unadvis'd Since she respects my inistress' love so much. Lliver you a paper that I should not;
Alas, how love can trille with itself!
Here is her picture: Let me see; I think,
And yet the painter Batter'd her a little,
pil. There, hold.