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SCENE VI.—The same. An apartment in the But qualify the fire's extreme rage, palace. Enter Proteus.
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta.
Jud. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me!
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Jul. The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns;
The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
But, when his fair course is not hindered,
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings,
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your
Jul. That fits as well, as-' tell me, good my
What compass will you wear your farthingale?'
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go
Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetia, of my fear:
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that
To bear a hard opinion of his truth:
Only deserve my love, by loving him;
SCENE I-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's palace, Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify [Exeunt. My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke, Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about.
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me awhile;
I am to break with thee of some affairs,
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentle
[Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious ford, that which I would dis
Duke, Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro-
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Val. What would your grace have me to do in
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
How he her chamber-window will ascend,
Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming.
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth;
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground;
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made cords,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by. Fal. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
To die, is to be banish'd from myself,
Val. And why not death, rather than living
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may
Under a cloak, that is of any length.
Enter Proteus and Launce.
Val. Ay, my good lord.
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?-
My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee:
Pro. What seest thou?
Laun. Him we go to find; there's not a hair
Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.
'Tis so: and here's the ladder for the purpose.-
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
Pro. Who then? his spirit?
Pro. What then?
Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike?
Pro. Villain, forbear.
Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray
Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear; friend Valentine, a word.
Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Pro. No, Valentine.
Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia!Hath she forsworn me?
Pro. No, Valentine.
Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me!
What is your news?
Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vanish'd.
Pro. That thou art banish'd, 0, that's the
From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.
Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom
As if but now they waxed pale for wo
Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
Val. No more; unless the next word that thou
Have some malignant power upon my life:
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not
Speed. Item, She is slow in words.
Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine! [Exeunt Valentine and Proteus. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He Laun. O villain, that set this down among her lives not now, that knows me to be in love: yet Ivices! To be slow in words, is a woman's only am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for that from ine; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a her chief virtue. woman: but that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her and cannot be ta'en from her. master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel,-which is much in a bare Christian. Here is the cat-log [pulling out a paper] of her conditions. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse cannot feteh, but only car-bite. ry; therefore, is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk; look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.
Speed. Item, She is proud.
Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy,
Speed. How now, Signior Launce? what news with your mastership?
Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at Speed. Well, your old vice still; mistake word: what news then in your paper?
Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st.
grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read. Speed. Come, fool, come: try me in thy paper. Laun. There; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed!
Speed. Thou liest, I can.
Laun. I will try thee; tell me this: who begot thee?
Speed. Item, She brews good ale.
Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-Bless-
Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so?
Laun. What need a man care for a stock with
Laun. A special virtue; for theu she need not (be washed and scoured.
Speed. Item, She can spin.
Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living.
Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.
(2) St. Nicholas presided over young scholars.
Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names.
Speed. Here follow her vices.
Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues.
Speed. Item, She will often praise her lique. Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall: it she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. Item, She is too liberal.3
Laun. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse she shall not; for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may; and that I cannot help. Well, proceed.
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and sea.more faults than hairs, and more wealth than the faults.
Laun. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article: rehearse that once more.
Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath.
Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: read on.
Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.
Speed. Why, man, how black?
Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit,— Laun. More hair than wit,-it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and
Laun. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that
for the greater
Speed. Item, She hath no teeth.
Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
Speed. Item, She is curst.
Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to
covers the wit, is more than the wit;
Speed. And more faults than hairs,—
(3) Licentious in language.
cious: well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
Speed. What then?
Lan. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy It follows not that she will love sir Thurio. master stays for thee at the north gate. Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from Speed. For me?
Laun. For thee? ay; wno art thou? he hath Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, staid for a better man than thee. You must provide to bottom it on me: Which must be done, by praising me as much As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.
Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.
Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind;
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters!
Exit. Because we know, on Valentine's report, Laa. Now will he be swinged for reading any You are already love's firm votary, letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust him- And cannot soon revolt and change your mind, self into secrets!-I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's Upon this warrant shall you have access, [Exil. Where you with Silvia may confer at large; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, Where you may temper her, by your persuasion, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect:But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough; Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love You must lay lime, to tangle her desires, you, By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
SCENE II.—The same. A room in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus be
Duke. Ay, much the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Dake. My daughter takes his going grievously.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to 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
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage
Your slander never can endamage him;
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been in love.
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in prac
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music
Duke. About it, gentlemen.
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper,
SCENE I-A forest, near Mantua. Enter certain Out-laws.
1 Out. Fellows, stand fast: I see a passenger. 2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you;
(4) Mournful elegy.
(5) Choose out.