why there 'tis; here's my Mother's Breath up and down: Now come I to my Sifter; mark what Moan the makes: Now the Dog all this while fheds not a Tear, nor fpeaks a Word; but fee how I lay the Duft with Tears. Enter Panthion. my Pant. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy Mafter 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 Tide that ever any Man ty❜d. Pant. What's the unkindeft Tide Lann. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my Dog. Pant. But, Man, I mean, thou'lt lofe the Flood; and in lofing the Flood, lose thy Voyage; and in lofing thy Voylofe thy Mafter; and in lofing thy Mafter, lofe thy Service; and in lofing thy Service,Why doft thou ftop my Mouth? age, Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy Tongue. Laun. In thy Tale. Pant. In thy Tail. Laun. Lofe the Tide, and the Voyage, and the Master, and the Service, 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 Sighs. Pant. Come, come away, Man; I was fent to call thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'ft. Pant, Wilt thou go? Lann. Well, I will go, SC ENE [Exeunt. IV. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio and Speed. Sil. Servant. Val. Miftrefs. Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Val. Ay Boy, it's for Love. Speed. Not of you. Val. Of my Mistress then. VOL. I. G Speed. Val. Your Folly. Thu. And how quote you my Folly? Thu. My Jerkin is a Doublet. Val. Well then, I'll double your Folly. Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change Colour? Val. Give him leave, Madam; he is a kind of Camelion. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your Blood, than live in your Air. Val. You have faid, Sir. Thu. Ay Sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end e'er you begin. Sil. A fine Volly of Words, Gentlemen, and quickly fhot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, Madam; we thank the Giver. Val. Your felf, fweet Lady, for you gave the Fire: Sir Thurio borrows his Wit from your Ladyfhip's Looks, And spends what he borrows kindly in your Company. Thu. Sir, if you spend Word for Word with me, I fhall make your Wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, Sir, 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. Sil. No more, Gentlemen, no more: Here comes my Father. Enter the Duke. Duke. Now, Daughter Silvia, you are hard befet. Sir Valentine, your Father is in good Health: What What fay you to a Letter from Of much good News? your Friends Val. My Lord, I will be thankful Το any Meffenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your Countryman? And not without Defert fo well reputed. Duke. Hath he not a Son? Val. Ay, my good Lord, a Son that well deferves The Honour and Regard of fuch a Father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him as my felf, for from our Infancy To clothe mine Age with Angel-like Perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he make this good, As meet to be an Emperor's Counsellor: Val, Should I have wifh'd a thing, it had been he. I will fend him hither to you prefently. [Exit Duke. Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladyship Upon . Upon fome other Pawn for Fealty. Val. Nay fure, I think he holds them Prisoners ftill Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and being blind, How could he fee his Way to feek out you? Val. Why Lady, Love hath twenty Pair of Eyes. Thu. They fay that Love hath not an Eye at all. Val. To fee fuch Lovers, Thurio, as your felf: Upon a homely Obje& Love can wink. Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the Gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: Mistress, I beseech you Confirm this Welcome with fome fpecial Favour. Sil. His Worth is Warrant for his Welcome hither, Val. Mistress, it is: Sweet Lady, entertain him Pro. That you are worthlefs. Thu. Madam, my Lord, your Father would fpeak with you. Sil. I wait upon his Pleafure; 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. [Ex Sil. and Thu. Val. Now tell me how do all from whence you came? 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; I know you joy not in a Love-difcourfe. Val. Ay, Protheus, but that Life is alter'd now; Nor to his Service, no fuch Joy on Earth. Pro. Enough: I read your Fortune in your Eye. Val. Even fhe; and is the not a heav'nly Saint? Pró. I will not flatter her. Val. O flatter me; for Love delights in Praise. Pro. When I was fick you gave me bitter Pills, And I must minifter the like to you. Val. Then speak the Truth by her: If not divine, Soveraign to all the Creatuers on the Earth. Vol. Sweet, except not any, Except thou wilt except against my Love. Pro. Have I not Reafon to prefer mine own? Pro. Why, Valentine, what Bragadism is this? G 3 Pro. |