Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with proteftation !— [Tears it. Put forth their fons to feek preferment out Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: best pleas'd Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words! I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones, Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father here? Jul. If thou refpect them, best to take them up. Yet here they fhall not lie, for catching cold. fee; I fee things too, although you judge I wink. SCENE Anthonio's boufe. III. Enter Anthonio and Panthino. Ant. Nor need'it thou much importune me to And perfected by the fwift courfe of time: [him thither: Ant. I know it well. Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counfel; well hast thou advis'd: I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. [phonfo, det. Good company; with them thall Protheus And, in good time 4,-now will we break with him. Enter Protheus. Pro. Sweet love! fweet lines! fweet life! [there? Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Pro. May 't pleafe your lordship, 'tis a word or Of commendation fent from Valentine, [two Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. [news. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me fee what Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what fad talk was How happily he lives, how well belov'd, that, Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship And daily grac'd by the emperor; Ant. My will is fomething forted with his with: Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed; See Pro 1 A month's mind was an anniverfury in times of popery; or, as Mr. Ray calls it, a lefs folemnity directed by the will of the deceated. There was alfo a year's mind, and a week's mind. verbial Phrafes. 2 Sid is the fame as grave or ferious. 3 Impeachment is hindrance. 4 The old expreffron when fomething happened which fuited the thing in hand, fimilar to the French à propos. For Forst I will, I will, and there an end. And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd: The uncertain glory of an April day; Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you; He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go. Pro. Why, this it is; my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunts ACT II. fat. Why, fr, who bad you call her? 4 Your worthip, fir; or elfe I mistook. F: Well, you'll still be too forward. [flow. Spud And yes I was laft chidden for being too F. Go to, fir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia ? Speed She that your worship loves? phos'd with a miftrefs, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my mafter. Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me? Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for, without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: but you are fo without thefe follies, that thefe follies are within you, and fhine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that fees you, but is a phyfician to comment on your malady. Val. But, tell me, doft thou know my lady [fupper Silvia ? Speed. She, that you gaze on fo, as the fits at Val. Haft thou obferved that even the I mean. Speed. Why, fir, I know her not. Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not? Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, fir? Val. What doft thou know? Speed. That the is not fo fair, as (of you) wellfavour'd. Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquifite, but Fall Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. That's becaufe the one is painted, and Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, fir, fo painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. the peftilence; to figh, like a fchool-boy the other out of all count. fhad loft his A. B. C; to weep, like a young| wach that had buried her grandam; to faft, like ee that takes diet2; to watch, like one that fears "Jirg; to fpeak puling, like a beggar at Hal Val. How efteem'it thou me? I account of her 3. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to beauty. Speed. You never faw her fince she was de e of the lions; when you fafted, it was pre-form'd. after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was Val. How long hath the been deform'd? Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her. fr want of money: and now you are metamor "That is. allowance. 2 To take diet was the phrafe for being under a regimen. 3 That is, bout the teaft of All Saints, when the poor people in Staffordshire, and probably in Warwickshire, pfum parifa to parifh a fouling as they call it; i. e. begging and puling (or finging fmall, for joel r as good thing to make them merry. This cultom feems a remnant of Popith luperition pray for departed fouls, particularly thofe of friends. Val. I have lov'd her, ever fince I faw her; But fince unwillingly, take them again; and ftill I fee her beautiful. Speed. If you love her, you cannot fee her. Val. Why? Speed. Becaufe love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at fir Protheus for going ungarter'd ! Val. What should I fee then? Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hofe. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for laft morning you could not fee to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, fir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you fwing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Val. In conclufion, I ftand affected to her. Speed. I would you were fet, fo your affection would ceafe. Val. Laft night fhe enjoin'd me to write fome lines to one the loves. Speed. And have you? Val. I have. Speed. Oh! 'give ye good even! here's a million of manners. Sil. Sir Valentine and fervant 2, to you two thoufand. Speed. He fhould give her intereft; and the gives it him. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Sil. I thank you, gentle fervant: 'tis very clerkly done 3. [off; Vel. Now truft me, madam, it came hardly Sil. Perchance you think too much of fo much pains? Val. No, madam; fo it ftead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much : And yet, Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Afide like it? Nay, take them. Val. Madam, they are for you. Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, fir, at my requeft over: And, if it please you, fo; if not, why, fo. And fo good-morrow, fervant. [Ex Speed. O jeft unfeen, infcrutable, invifible, As a nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock of a steeple! [fuito My mafter fues to her; and the hath taught he He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better That my mafter, being the fcribe, to himfelf fhoul write the letter? Val. How now, fir? what are you reafoning with yourself? Speed. Nay, I was rhiming; 'tis you that hav the reafon. Val. To do what? Speed. To yourself: why, fhe. wooes you by Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. Why, the hath not writ to me? Speed. What need fhe, when the made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. No, believe me. Speed. No beheving you indeed, fir: But di you perceive her earneft? Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Val. I would, it were no worse. Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: Herfelf bath taught her love himself to write uni her lover. be moved. [Exeunt 1 Motion, in Shakspeare's time, fignified puppet, or a puppet-fhew. 2 This was the language of ladies to their lovers in Shakspeare's time, 3 That is, like a fcholar. 5 i. c. there's the conclufion of the matter. 4 That is, difcourfing, talking. 6 In print means with exaltnefs. SCENE [Giving a ring here, Pra. Why then we'll make exchange; take you this. And feal the bargain with a holy kifs. Prs Hure is my hand for my true conftancy; And when that hur o'erflips me in the day, Where I figh not, Julia, for thy fake, The next eating hour fome foul mifchance Toument me for my love's forgetfulness! M- Either Stays my coming; answer not ; The toes now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Taxide will stay me longer than 1 should: [Exit Julia. Pre. Sir Protheus, you are ftaid for. Alsts perting strikes poor lovers dumb.[Exeunt. Fater Launce, leading a dog. Les Nay, twill be this hour ere I have done weg: all the kind of the Launces have this very ft: Ilave receiv'd my proportion, like the proé pars fim, and am going with fir Protheus to the Fperal's court. I think, Crab my dog be the ket azur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, byder wating, my fifter crying, our maid blog, our cat wringing her hands, and all our tena grest perplexity, yet did not this cruelbelsted cur food one tear: he is a ftone, a very pebble-itone, and has no more pity in him than a g: a few would have wept to have seen our parting: why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herfelf blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;no, this left fee is my father;-no, no, this left but is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be fo neitheres, it is 10, it is fo; it hath the worfer fole: Ta fhoe with the hole in it, is my mother, and is my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, fr, this Itaff is my fifter; for, look you, the is as we as a lilly, and as fmall as a wand: this hat is Kar, our mad; I am the dog ;-no, the dog is delf, and I am the dog,-oh, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, fo, fo. Now come I to my : Father, your bling; now thould not the fhoe ípeak a word for weeping, now should I kifs Byer; well, he weeps on: now come I to my mother;-oh that she could speak now like a wood woman-well, I kifs her ;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my fifter; mark the moan the makes: now the dog all this while fheds not a tear, nor fpeaks a word; but fee how I lay the duft witha my tears. Enter Panthino. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is fhipp'd, and thou art to poft after with oars. What's the matter? why weep'ft thou, man? Away, afs; you will lofe the tide, if you tarry any longer. Laun. It is no matter if the tide were loft; for it is the unkindeft ty'd that ever any man ty'd. Pan. What's the unkindeft tide? Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lofe the flood; and, in lofing the flood, lofe thy voyage; and, in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy mafter; and, in lofing thy matter, lofe thy fervice; and, in lofing thy fervice,-Why doft thou ftop my mouth? Laun. For fear thou fhould't lofe thy tongue. Pan, In thy tail? Laun. Lofe the tide, and the voyage, and the matter, and the fervice, and the tide? Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my fighs. Pan. Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar ft. SCE N E MIL AN [Exeunt. IV. An apartment in the duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Sil. Servant,- Tal. Miftrefs? Speed. Matter, fir Thurio frown. on you. Speed. Not of you. Speed. 'Twere good you knock'd him. Thu. So do counterfeits. Thu. What feem I, that I am not? Thu. What inftance of the contrary? Thu. And how quote you my folly? Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. 1 That is, crazy, frantic with grief; or distracted, from any other caufe. The word is very frequent, ufcd in Chaucer; and fometimes writ wood, fometimes wade. Wood, or crazy woinen, were anciently supposed to be able to tell fortunes. 2 To quote is to obferve Thu. Thu. How? Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, fir Thario : Sil. What, angry, fir Thurio? do you change For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: colour? Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon. I'll fend him hither to you prefently. [Exit Duke, Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. than live in your air. Val. You have faid, fir. Thu. Ay, fir, and done too, for this time, Val. I know it well, fir; you always end ere you begin. Sil. Belike, that now the hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think, the holds them prifoners ftill. [blind, Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and How could he fee his way to feek out you ? quickly fhot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Val. Yourfelf, fweet lady; for you gave the fire; fir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyfhip's looks, and fpends what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I hall make your wit bankrupt. Vai. I know it well, fir: you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen- Val. Welcome, dear Protheus !-Mistress, I be- Confirm his welcome with fome special favour. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes To be my fellow-fervant to your ladyship. my father. Val. Ay, my good lerd; a fon, that well deThe honour and regard of fuch a father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him, as myfelf; for from our infancy To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, fir, but, if he make this good, Val. Should I have wifh'dathing, it had been he. Sil. Too low a mistress for fo high a fervant. Pro. No; that you are worthlefs, Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Serv.]Come, Go with me ;--Once more, new fervant, welcome: Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro. I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love? Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now; |