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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 forwages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. out dost thou hear 2 gav'st thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. Pro, Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons, Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound W0tl. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. Pro. Yon mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? [Speed nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it toge— ther, take it for your pains !

Pro, No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive, l must be fainto bear with

you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having

nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

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In thy opinion, which is worthiestlove?

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my mind,

According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, meat and fine;

But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio 2
Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now what means this passion at his name?
Luc. Pardon, dearmadan 'tis a passing shame,

That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus, -– of many good I think him best.
Jul. Your reasou?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why, he of all therest hath never mov’d me.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small.
Iluc, Fire that is closest kept burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.
J.uc. Q, they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would, I know his mind.
Luc. Peruse this paper, madam!
Jul. To Julia, – Say, from whom?
J.uc. That the contents will shew.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Proteus : -
He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Didin your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray :
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour wantonlines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, ’tis an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief! What! There, take the paper, see it be return’d;

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Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her?

Or else return no more into my sight!
Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than hate.
Jut. Will you he gone?
Luc. That you may ruminate. \ Exit.
Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the letter.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? It were a shame to call her back again,

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducatfordelivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear,

And pray her to a fault for which Ichid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view?

she’ll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give! Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that

her no token but stones! for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing?

Which they would have the protscrer construe, Ay, Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains ! That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

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And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod."
How churlishly 1 chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly l would have had her here!
How angerly 1 taught my brow to frown, -
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile'
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past: -
What'ho " Lucetta!
Re-enter W.U cert A.

Luc. What would your ladyship 2
Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Luc. I would it were 5
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is't you took up So gingerly?

Luc. Nothing.

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Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then 2
Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns!
1-ac. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
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.
Jul. Heavy 2 belike, it hath some burden then.
Luç, Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Jul. And why not you?
Luc. 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.
Jul. You do not?
Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but amean 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 mothenceforth 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 sae would be best
pleas'd
To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit.
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 sweethoney,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for moi -
And here is writ—kind Julia ; – unkind Julia .
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ—love-wounded Proteus :
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodgethee, will thy wound be throughly heal’d;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. -
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?
Becalm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, —
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the su'eet Julia; that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith soprettily
He couples it to his complaining names;
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Re-enter Lucert A.
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays.
Jul. Well, letus go
Luc. What, shall these paperslie like telltales here?
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

SCENE III. — The same. A room in Antonio's

house.
Enter ANToxio and PANThaxo.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pant. "Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Ant. Why, what of him?
Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Would sailer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons, to seek preferment out:
Some, to the wars, to try their fortunethere;
Some, to discover islands far away;
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Proteus, your som, was meet;
And did request me, to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be greatimpeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that,
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have considered well his loss of time,
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try’d and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchiev’d,
And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
_{nt. I know it well. -
Pant. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him
thither:
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it,
The crecution of it shall make known;
Even with the speediest execution
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to commend their service to his will.
Ant. Good company' with them shall Proteus go
And, in good time, – now will we break with him.
Enter PaoTEus
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her houour's pawn:
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents'
O heavenly Julia |
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there 2
Pro. May’t please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news!.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well beloved,
And daily graced by the emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish. . .
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish :

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink.

Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.

Muse not, that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end. .
I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend sometime
With Walentinus in the emperor's court;

What maintenance he from his friends receives, P'al. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
To-morrow be in readiness to go: Pal. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean.
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Speed. Why, sir, I know her mot.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; ! al. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and
Please you, deliberate a day or two! yet knowest her mot?
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
thee. } al. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Nomore of stay! to—morrow thou must go. — Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Comeon, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Wal. What dost thou know?
To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pane. Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well fa–
Po. Thus have Ishunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;|voured,
* Auddrench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd : Pal. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her fa-
Iftar'd to show my father Julia's letter, vour infinite.
- Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the
And with the vantage of mine own excuse other out of all count.
Hohhe excepted most against my love. Pal. How painted? and how out of count?
"how this spring of love resembleth Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that
souncertain glory of an April day; no man counts of her beauty.
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, Pal. How esteemestthou me? I account of her beauty.
Andby and by a cloud takes all away! Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Re-enter PANTH (No. Pal. How long hath she been deformed?
Pant, Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; Speed. Ever since you lov’d her.
Heis in haste; therefore, I pray yon, go ! al. I have lov’d her ever since I saw her; and still I
Pro. Why this it is my heart accords thereto; see her beautiful.
Andyet a thousand times it answers no. | Exeunt. }: !o love her, you cannot see her.
al. Why
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had no
A C T II. eyes:or your own had the lights they were wont to have,
SCENEI. Milan. An apartment in the Duke's when you chid at sir Proteus, for going ungartered!
palace. J'al. What should I see then 2 -
Enter WALENTINE and Speep. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing de-
Speed. Sir, your glove. formity : for he, being in love, could not see to garter
Wal. Not mine; my gloves are on. his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on
Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but your hose.
one. Pal. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last mor-
Wal. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:— ning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Speed. True, sir, I was in love with my bed : I thank
Ah Silvia ; Silvia | rou, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the
Speed. Madam Silvia madam Silvia! i`i; to chide you for yours.
}al. How now, sirrah? P'al. In conclusion, I stand assected to her.
Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would
Łal. Why, sir, who bade you call her? cease.
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. P'al. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
Hal, Well, you'll still be too forward. one she loves.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Speed. And have you?

Kal. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madan Silvia? | Pal. I have.

Speed. She that your worship loves? Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Kal. Why, how know you that I am in love? Pal. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : —Peace, Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have 'here she comes. learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a Enter Sui.vt.A. male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-red- Speed. O excellent motion!o exceeding puppet! now breast; to walk alone,ike one that hath the pestilence; will he interpret to her. [Aside.

to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; Pal. Madam and mistress, a thousandgood-morrows. "weep, like a young wench that had buried her *: Speed. O, 'give you good even l here’s a million of *m; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like manners. \Aside. "no that fears robbing ; to speak puling, like a beggar Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. “Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to Speed. He should give her interest; aud she gives it ow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one him. [Aside. othelions; when you fasted, it was presently after | Pal. As you enjoin'd me, I have writyour letter uner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of mo-' Unto the secret nameless friend ot yours; *y; and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, Which I was much unwilling to proceedin, **, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my But for my duty to your ladyship.

master. Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly dome. 'al. Are all these things perceived in me? Pal. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly oil 5 ‘peed. They are all perceived without you. For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

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*al. Without me? they cannot. I writ at random, very doubtfully. S., s? Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, for, sil. Perchance you think too much of oo much pains? "ithout you were so simple, none else would but you Pal. No, madam; so it stead you." will write, o without these follies, that these follies are Please you command, a thousand times as much : * You, and shine through vou like the water in an And yet, — "onal; that not an eye, . . you, but is a physi- .*. pretty period! Well, I guess the sequo; *to comment on your malady. And yet I will not name it:- and yet I care not ;

And yet take this again; – and yet I thank you;
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet [Aside.
Wal. What means your ladyship 2 do you not like it 2
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ:
But since unwillingly, take them again;
Nay, take them :
J'al. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request;
But I will none of them; they are for you :
I would have had them writmore movingly.
Pal. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over:
And, if it please you, so if not, why, so.
Pal. If it please me, madam what them?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour;
And so good-morrow, servant! s Exit Silvia.
Speed. Ojest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a
steeple! -
My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor,
He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better?
That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
the letter?
Pal. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with

so Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the reason. Jo al. To do what? Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. Val. To whom? Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Fal. What figure? Speed. By a letter, I should say. Wal. Why, she hath not writ to me? Speed.What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Pal. No, believe me. Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did you perceive her earnest? Wal. She gave me none, except an angry word. Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. P'al. That's the letter I writ to her friend. Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there an end. Pal. I would, it were no worse. Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, or else for want of idle time, could not again reply: or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover. All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.— why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time. Pal. I have dimed. Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the cameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. 9, be not like yourmistress; be moved, be moved [Exeunt.

SCENE II. — Perona. A room in Julia's house.
Enter Paoteus and Julia.

Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia!
Jul. I must, where is no remedy.
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 sake.

{Giving a ring. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this

Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,
Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
The uext ensuing hour some foul mischance
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness | o
My father stays my coming; answer not;
The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;
That tide will stay me longer than I should ;

[Erit Julia,
Julia, farewell. —What! gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Bnter PANTH1No.

Pant. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Pro. Go; I come, I come : — Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt

SCENEIII. — The same. A street. Enter LAUNce, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault: I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, mysister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted curshed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, 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 mauner of it: This shoe is my father; — no, this leftshoe is my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so neither; —yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole: This shoe, with the hole init; is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance on". there’tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid; I am the dog:—no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog: — O, the dog is me, an I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing / Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on:—now come I to my mother, (0, that she could speak now !) like a wood woman;– well, Iki” her; – why, there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes: now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how Ilay the dust with my tear" Enter PANTH1Ne. Pant. Faunce, away, away, aboard! thy master.” shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass! Y" will lose the tide, if you tarry auy longer. -- * Laun. It is no matter, if the ty'd were lost; for it * the unkindest ty'd, that ever any man ty'd. Pant. What's the unkindest i. 2 Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pant. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy mao lose thy service; and, in losing thy service, — Why dost thou stop my mouth 2 Laun. For fear, thou should'st lose thy tongue. Pant. Where should I lose my tongue? Laun. In thy tale. Pant. In thy tail? Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and thema”. and the service? The tide! — Why, man, if the o: were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the * were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs:

Pant. Come, come away, man. I was sent to call theo.

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Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. Made use and fair advantage of his days;
Pant Wiltshou go? His years but young, buthis experience old;
Laun. Well, I will go. [Exeunt. His head unmellow'd, but his judgmentripe;

And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

SCENE IV.- Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Come all the praises that I now bestow.)

palace. He is complete in feature, and in mind,

EnterVALENTINE, Silvia, Thunio, and Speed. With all good grace to grace agentleman.
Sil. Servant — Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
Wal, Mistress? He is as worthy for an empress' love,
Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
} al. Ay, boy, it's for love. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me,
Speed. Not of you. With commendation from great potentates;
Kal Ofmy mistress then. And here he means to spend his time a-while:
Speed. Twere good, you knocked him. I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

oil. Servant, you are sad.
Fal. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

P'al. Should I have wish'd athing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth!

Thu Seem you that you are not? Silvia, I speak to you, and you, sir Thurio: —
Jul. Haply, I do. For Valentine, I need mot’cite him to it:
!hu. So do counterfeits. I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke.
Pal. Sodo you. P'al. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
Thu. What seem I, that I am not? Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Wal, Wise. Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Thu. What instance of the contrary?

Sil, Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them

Kal. Your folly. Upon some other pawn for fealt

Thu, And how quoteyou my folly?
Fal. Iquote it in your jerkin.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.
Pal. Well, then, I'll double your folly. o
Thu. How?
Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour?
Fal. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of came-

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood,

Wal. You have said, sir.

Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
Fal. I know it well, sir; you always end ereyou begiu.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly

Wal. "Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver.
Sil. Who is that, servant?
Fal. Yourself, sweetlady; for you gave the fire: Sir

Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.

Thu, Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall

make your witbankrupt.
Fal. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer of
words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your fol-
wers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they
liveby your bare words.

Pal. Nay, sure, I think, she iola. them prisoners
still.

Sil. Nay, then he should beblind; and, being blind,
How conld he see his way to seek out you ?

Pal. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.

Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.

Pal. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
Upon a homely object love can wink.

Enter PaoTEUs.
Sil. Have done, have done! here comes the gentle-
inaul.
Wal. Welcome, dear Proteus!— Mistress, I beseech
sou,

conso his welcome with some special favour!

Sil. His worth is warraut for his welcome hither, .
If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from.
P'al. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship !
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant,
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
P'al. Leave off discourse of disability
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant!
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.

Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more! here comes my! Pro. I’ll die on him that says so, but yourself.

other,
Enter DUKE.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

...Valentine, your father's in good health: Whatsay you to a letter from your friends "much good news?

Fal. My lord, I will be thankful

To any happy messenger from thence.

Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman?
Yal, Ay, my goodlord, I know the gentleman

Tobe of worth. and worthy estimation, so Andnot without desert so well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a son?
sal. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves

The honouraud regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well?
'al. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy

Wehave convers'd, and spent our hours together:
And though myself have been an idle truant,
!"itting the sweetbenefit of time,

To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection:
Yet hathsir Protcus, for that’s his name,

Sil. That you are welcome?
Pro. No ; that you are worthless.
Enter Servant.
Serv. Madam, my lord your father would speak with
out.
Sil. I’ll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant.
Come, sir Thurio,
Go with me! — Once more, new servant, welcome!
I'll leave you to confer of home affairs;
When you have done, we look to hear from you.
Pro. We'll both attend upon Your ladyship.
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Wal. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you
came 2
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
commended.
Pal. Aud how do wours?
Pro. I left them all in health. -
yai. How does your lady ? and how thrives Sow"
love?
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary Now ;
I know, you joy motia a love-discourse-

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