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Enter Panthion.

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 unkindest 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 Voyage, lofe thy Mafter; and in lofing thy Mafter, lofe thy Service; and in lofing thy Service,Why doft thou ftop my Mouth?

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy Tongue.
Pant. Where should I lofe my Tongue?
Laun. In thy Tale.

Pant. In thy Tail.

Laun. Lofe the Tide, and the Voyage, and the Mafter, 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




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.




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Val. So do you.

Thu. What feem I that I am not?
Val. Wife.

Thu. What Inftance of the contrary ?
Val. Your Folly.

Thus. And how quote you my Folly ?
Val. I quote it in your Jerkin.

Thu. My Jerkin is a Doublet.
Val. Well then, I'll double your Folly.
Thu. How?

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.
Sil. Who is that, Servant?

Val. Your felf, fweet Lady, for you gave the Fire: Sir 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 shall make your Wit bankrupt.

Val. I know it well, Sir, you have an Exchequer of Words, And, I think, no other Treafure 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 fay you to a Letter from your Friends
Of much good News?

Val. My Lord, I will be thankful
To any Meffenger from thence.

Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your Countryman?
Val. Ay, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman
To be of Worth, and worthy Eftimation,
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
We have converst, and spent our Hours together:
And tho' my felf have been an idle Truant,
Omitting the fweet Benefit of Time,

To clothe mine Age with Angel-like Perfection;
Yet hath Sir Prothens, for that's his Name,
Made Ufe and fair Advantage of his Days:
His Years but young, but his Experience old;
His Head unmellow'd, but his Judgment ripe;
And in a Word, for far behind his Worth
Come all the Praises that I now bestow,

He is compleat in Feature and in Mind,
With all good Grace to grace a Gentleman.

Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he make this good,
He is as worthy for an Emprefs' Love,
As meet to be an Emperor's Counsellor:
Well, Sir, this Gentleman is come to me,
With Commendation from great Potentates;
And here he means to fpend his Time a while.
I think 'tis no welcome News to you.

Val, Should I have wifh'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his Worth:
Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, Sir Thurio;
For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
I will fend him hither to you prefently.

Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladyship
Had come along with me, but that his Mistress
Did hold his Eyes lockt in her Chriftal Looks.
Sil. Belike that now the hath enfranchis'd them
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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, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.

Val. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet Lady, entertain him
To be my Fellow-fervant to your Ladyfhip.

Sil. Too low a Mistress for fo high a Servant.
Pro. Not fo, fweet Lady; but too mean a Servant
To have a Look of fuch a worthy Mistress.
Val. Leave off Difcourfe of Disability:
Sweet Lady entertain him for your Servant.

Pro. My Duty will I boaft of, nothing else.
Sil. And Duty never yet did want his Meed:
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless Mistress.
Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo but your felf.
Sil. That you are welcome?

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Upon fome other Pawn for Fealty.

Val. Nay fure, I think fhe holds them Prifoners ftille 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 Object Love can wink.

Enter Protheus.

Pro. That you are worthlefs.

Thu. Madam, my Lord, your Father would fpeak with you. Sil. I wait upon his Pleasure; 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.

[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-discourse.

Val. Ay, Protheus, 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-fore 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.
O gentle Protheus, Love's a mighty Lord,
And hath fo humbled me, as I confefs
There is no Wo to his Correction;

Nor to his Service, no fuch Joy on Earth.
Now no Discourse, except it be of Love;
Now can I break my Faft, dine, fup and fleep
Upon the very naked Name of Love.

Pro. Enough: I read your Fortune in your Eye.
Was this the Idol that you worship fo?

Val. Even fhe; and is the not a heav'nly Saint?
Pro. No; but she is an earthly Paragon.

Val. Call her divine.

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, Yet let her be a Principality,

Soveraign to all the Creatuers on the Earth.

Pro. Except my Mistress.

Vol. Sweet, except not any,
Except thou wilt except against my Love.
Pro. Have I not Reafon to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She shall be dignify'd with this high Honour,
To bear my Lady's Train, left the base Earth
Should from her Vefture chance to fteal a Kifs;
And of fo great a Favour growing proud,
Difdain to root the Summer-fwelling Flower,
And make rough Winter everlaftingly.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what Bragadism is this?
Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can is nothing,
To her, whofe Worth makes other Worthies nothing:
She is alone,
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