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why there 'tis; here's my Mother's Breath up and down: Now come I to my Sifter; mark what Moan fhe makes: Now the Dog all this while fheds not a Tear, nor fpeaks a Word; but fee how I lay the Duft with 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 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. 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.
Pant, Wilt thou go?
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio and Speed.
Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay Boy, it's for Love.
Val. So do you.
Thu. What feem I that I am not?
Thu. What Inftance of the contrary ?
Thus. And how quote you my Folly ?
Thu. My Jerkin is a Doublet.
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
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 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
Val. My Lord, I will be thankful
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your Countryman?
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;
He is compleat in Feature and in Mind,
Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he make this good,
Val, Should I have wifh'd a thing, it had been he.
Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladyship
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
Sil. Too low a Mistress for fo high a Servant.
Pro. My Duty will I boaft of, nothing else.
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.
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;
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?
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,
Pro. Why, Valentine, what Bragadism is this?