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cover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal: But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; And should she thus be stolem away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me, while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep, And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my court: But, fearing, lest my jealous aim mighterr, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man, (A rashness, that I ever yet have shum’d,) I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find That, which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. And, that thou may’st perceive my fear of this, Knowing, that tender youth is soon suggested, I mightly lodge her in an upper tower, The keywhereof myself have ever kept; And thence she cannot be convey'd away. Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a mean, How he her chamber-window will ascend, And with a corded ladder fetch her dowm; For which theyouthful lovernow is gone, And this way comes he with it presently; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, That my discovery be not aimed at! For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sirValentine is coming. [Exit. Enter VALENTINE. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Wal. Please it your grace, there is a messenger, That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them. Duke. Bethey of much import? Wal. The tenor of them doth but signify My health, and happy being at your court. Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with mea while ! I am to break with thee of some affairs, That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. P'al. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Isfull of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities

Beseeming such a wife, as your fair daughter:
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Duke. No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen, fro-
ward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding, that she is my child,
Nor fearing me, as if I were her father:
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought, the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish’d by her child-like duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife,
And turn her out to who will take her in :
Then lether beauty be her wedding-dower;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
sal. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
(Forlong agone I have forgot to court:
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd :)
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
Wal. Win her with gifts, if she respectnot words!
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Duke. But she did scorn a present, that I senther.
Wal. A woman sometimes scorns what best cont
tents her.
Send her another; never give her o’er I
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she-do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,"
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say!
For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away :
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces!
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.
That man, that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.
Wal. Why then I would resort to her by night.
Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept
safe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
Pal. Whatlets, but one may enter at her window?
Duke. Herchamberis aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving, that one cannot climbit
Without apparenthazard of his life.
Wal. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords,
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.
Duke. Now, as thou art agentleman of blood,
Advise me, where I may have such a ladder! i
P'al. When would you use it? pray, sir, tellme that!
Duke. This very night; for love is like a child,
That longs foreverything, that he can comeby.
Pal. By seven o'clock I.ii get you such a ladder.
Duke. But, hark thee! I will go to her alone;
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Pal. It will belight, my lord, that you may
Under a cloak, that is of my lenght.
Duke. A cloak as long as thine will
Pal. Ay, my good lord.
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak!
I'll get me one of such another length.
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Duke. Howshalll fashion me to wearacloak'?— Wal. Myears are stopp'd, and cannot hear goodnews,
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me!— So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Whatletter is this same? What's here?–To Silvia? Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. Val. Is Silvia dead?
Mythoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; Pro. No, Valentine.
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia! —
0, could their master come and go as lightly, Hath she forsworm me?
Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. Pro. No, Valentine.
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; Wal. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! —

While I, their king, that thither them importune, What is your news?
Docurse the grace, that with such grace hath bless'd Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation, that you are va-

them, nish'd.
Because myself do want my servants' fortune: Pro. That thou art banished, 0, that's the news;
Icurse myself, for they are sent by me, From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend.
That they should harbour where their lord should be. Wal. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
What's here? And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Silvia, this night I willenfranchise thee: Doth Silvia know, that I am banished?
'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose. — Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom,
Why, Phaëton, (For thou art Merops’son,) (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,)
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:
And with thydaring folly burn the world? Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd,
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Wringing her hands,whose whiteness so became them,
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates! As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
And think, my patience, more than thy desert, But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Is privilege forthy departure hence. Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver—shedding tears,
Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee! But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
But if thou linger in my territories Besides, her intercession chafd him so,
Longer, than swiftest expedition When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
Will give thee time to leave our royal court, That to close prison he commanded her,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love, With many bitter threats of 'biding there.
I ever bore my daughter, or thyscif. Pal. No more! unless the next word, that thou
Be gone! I will not hearthy vain excuse; speak'st,

But, as thou lov'stthy life, make speed from hence! | Have some malignant power upon my life.
[Exit Duke. If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
Pal. And why not death, rather than living torment? As ending anthem of my endless dolour!
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Pro. Cease to lament for that, thou canst not help,
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, And study help for that, whichthou lament'st!
is self from self; a deadly banishment! Time is the murse and breeder of all good.
Whatlight is light, if Silvia be not seen? Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? . Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Unless it be, to think that she is by, Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection. And manage it against despairing thoughts!
Except I be by Silvia in the night, Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
There is no musick in the nightingale; Which, being writto me, shall be deliver'd
Unless [look on Silvia in the day, Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
There is no day for me to look upon. The time mow serves not to expostulate:
She is my essence, and I leave to be, Come, I’ll convey thee through the city gate;
If I be not by her fair influence And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. of all, that may concern thy love-affairs.
Isly not death, to fly his deadly doom : As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Tarry I here, Ibut attend on death; Regard thy danger, and along with me!
But, fly I hence, I sly away from life. Pal. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Enter ProTEUs and LAUN ce. Bid him make haste, and meet me at the northgate.
Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out! Pro, Go, sirrah, find him out!— Come, Valentine!
Laun. So-ho's so-ho' Val. O my dear Silvia! hapless Valentine!
Pro. What seest thou? [Exeunt Valentine and Proteus.
Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's head, Laun. I am but a fool, look you ; and yet I have the
but 'tis a Valentine. wit to think, my master is a kind of knave; but that's
Pro. Valentine? all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that
Wal. No. knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of
Pro. Who then? his spirit? horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who’tis I love;
Wal. Neither. and yet’tis a woman: but what woman, I will not to
Pro. What then? myself; and yet’tis a milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid,
Val. Nothing. for she hath had gossips: yet’tis a maid, for she is her
Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath mor
Pro. Whom would'st thou strike? qualities, than a water spaniel,- which is much ** :
Laun. Nothing. bare christian. Here is the cat-log \Polling ot
Pro. Villain, forbear! paper) of her conditions. Impromis, She can fetc
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Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; That they devour their reason; and scarce think

But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.-
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr’ythee.
Art. I drink the air before me, and return
Ore'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country'
Pro. Behold, sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.
Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or mo,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
(An if this be at all,) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat,
Thou pardon me my wrongs:- But how should Pro-
Be living, and be here? spero
Pro. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age ; whose honour cannot
Be measur’d or confin'd.
Gon. Whether this be,
Or be not, I’ll not swear.
Pro. You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain:- Welcome, my friends all!—
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
{-4side to Seb. and Ant.
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors; at this time
I'll tell no tales.
Seb. The devil speaks in him.
Pro. No : —
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
Alon. If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation: -
How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since,
Were wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost –
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro, I am woe for’t, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience
Says, it is past her cure.
Pro. I rather think,
You have not sought her help ; of whose soft grace,
For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
Alon. You the like loss 2
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have lost my daughter.
Alon. A daughter? -
o heavens ! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there ! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where myson lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire,

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Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are matural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
To be the lord on’t. No more yet of this!
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.
The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Fenol-
NAND and Min AND A playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should
wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
Alon. If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
Seb. A most high miracle !
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:
I have curs'd them without cause.
[Ferd. kneels to Alon.
Alon. Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say, how thou cam’st here!
Mira. O wonder -
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is O brave new world,
That has such people in't!
Pro. 'Tis new to thee. -
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at
lay?
You'eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?
Fer. Sir, she’s mortal;
But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; northought I had one : she
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.
Alon. I am her’s :
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro. There, sir, stop;
Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone :
Gon. I have inly wept,
or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown'
For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo'
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples 2 O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom,

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Inapoor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
When noman was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands: [To Fer, and Mir.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Thatdoth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be’t so! Amen!
Re-enter Aniel, with the Master and Boatswain

amazedly following.

0 look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.
Iprophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown: – Now, blasphemy,
That swear'stgrace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

citoustic pinch'd to death.
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He is drunknow: where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should
the

Histthou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Ourking, and company; the next, our ship,
Which, but three glasses since, we gave outsplit, -
Istight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari. Sir, all this service
Have I done, since I o Aside.

Pro. My tricksy spirit!
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,

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Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them?—
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last,

that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: Ishall not
fearily-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. 0 touch me not! I am not Stephano, but acramp.
Pro. You'd be king of theisle, sirrah? -
Ste. I should have been a sore one them.
Alon. This is as strange a thing, as eler I look'dom.
[Pointing to Caliban.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,

As in his shape: – Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look

Where, but even now, with strange and several moises To have my pardon, trim it handsomely

Ofroaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
ere we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
9ur royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her: Ön a trice, so please you,
Evenin a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari. Was' twell done?
Pro: Bravely, my diligence! Thou *} Aside.
be free.
Alon. This is as strange amaze, as e'er men trod:
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege,
Do notinfestyour mind with beating on
Thestrangeness of this business! at pick'd leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I’ll resolve you
(Which to you shall seem probable) of every
These happen'd accidents' till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well!— Come hither, spirit!

Set Caliban and his companions free!

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Cal. Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

Pro. Go to ; away !
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you
found it!
Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin.
Pro.Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell: where you shall takeyour rest
For this one night; which (part of it.) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, inot doubt, shall make it
Go quick away : the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle. And in the morm,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear—beloved solemniz'd,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Everythird thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long -
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Pro. I’ll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sailso expeditious, that shall catch , ,
Your royal fleet far oft. — My Ariel" — chick,-
That is thy charge; them to the elements

Re-enter Aniel, driving in CALIBAs, Steph Axo, and Be free, and fare thou well! – [Aside.) — Please you

Tai Nculo, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man
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Trin. If these be true spies which I wearin my head,

here's a goodly sight.
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!
How fine my masteris! I am afraid
He will chastiseme.
Seb. Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio 2
Will money buy them?
4nt. Very like; one of them
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J'al. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: I have done penance for contemning love, Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chac'd sleep from my enthralled eyes,

And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. And that I love him not, as I was wout:

O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Upon the very naked name of love.
Pro. Enough I read your fortune in your eye:
Was this the idol that you worship so 2
Wal. Even she and is she not a heavenly saint?
Pro. No ; but she is an earthly paragou.
J'al. Call her divine.
Pro. I will not flatter her.
Wal. O, flatter me! for love delights in praises.
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
And I must minister the like to you.
Pal. Then speak the truth by her! if not divine,
Yet let her be a principality,
Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth !
Pro. Except my mistress.
Pal. Sweet, except not any; *
Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
J'al. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She shall be dignified with this high honour, -
To bear my lady's train; lest the base earth
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
And make rough winter everlastingly.
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?
P'al. Pardon me, Proteus! all I can, is nothing
To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing:
She is alone.
Pro. Then lether alone.

P'al. Not for the world: why, mam, she is mine own;

And I as rich in having such a jewel,
As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl,
The water mectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou seest me dote upon my love!
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is gone with her along; and I must after,
For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Pro. But she loves you?

Pal. Ay, and we are betroth'd;

Nay, more, our marriage hour,
With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determin’d of: how I must climb her window;
The ladder made of cords; and all the means
Plotted, and 'greed on, for my happiness.
Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel!

Pro. Go ou before, I shall enquire you forth:
I must unto the road, to disembark
Some necessaries that I needs must use;
And then I'll presently attend you.

Pal. Will you make haste?

Pro. I will. — Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one mail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Is it mine eye, or Valentinus’ praise,

[Exit Wal.

Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus?
She's fair; and so is Julia, that I love; –
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;

O! but I love his lady too, too much; And that's the reason I love him so little. How shall I dote on her with more advice, That thus without advice begin to love her? 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, And that hath dazzled my reason's light; *ut when I look on her perfections, There is no reason but I shall be blind. If I can check my erring love, I will; If not, to compass her l’ll use my skill. [Erit. SCENE W. — The same. A street. Enter SPEED and LAUN ce. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth ! for I am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welconne. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the ale-house with you presently; where, for one shot of fivepence, thou shall have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. Speed. But shall she marry him? Laun. No. Speed. How them? Shall he marry her? Laun. No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands mc.

Speed. What thou say'st? Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my stall understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match?

no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable. Speed."Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover ? Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Speed. Than how? Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me. Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master. Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he boo" himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the alo.

house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and "" worth the name of a Christian.

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Zaun. Because thouhast not so much charity in thee,

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