Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by SCENE II.-The same.

another.

house.

When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past:I'll What ho! Lucetta!

*

Be calm, 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 sweet Julia ;-that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily

He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights
you see;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, wil't please you go?

[Exeunt. SCENE III-The same.-A Room in ANTONIO'S House.

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was
that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your

son.

Ant. Why, what of him?

Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Would suffer 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 fortune there;
Some to discover islands far away;
Some to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,

He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request me, to impórtune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his

age,

Enter PROTEUS.

Re-enter LUCETTA.

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your fa. Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:*
ther stays.
Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves
Jul. Well, let us go.
To seal our happiness with their consents!
tell-O heavenly Julia!

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like
tales here?
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them
up.

Ant. How now ? what letter are you reading
there ?

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two

Lue. 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.

Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what

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 consider'd well bis 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 achiev'd.
And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then, tell me, whether were 1 best to send
bim ?

Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Ant. I know it well.

Pan. Twere good, I think, your lordship
sent him thither :

There shall be practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Aat. I like thy counsel; well hast thou ad-
vis'd;
And, that thou may'st perceive how well 1
like it,
The execution of it shall make known;

+ Reproach.

• Since.

news.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that be writes

[Exeunt ANT. and PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunu'd the fire, for fear of burning;

#

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am
drown'd:

I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love ;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath be excepted most against my love.
Oh! how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

ACT II.

SCENE 1-Milan. An Apartment in the
DUKE'S Palace.

Enter VALENTINE and SPELD.

Speed. Sir, your glove.

Re-enter PANTHINO.

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
He is in baste, therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords there-
to;

And yet a thousand times it answers, no.
[Exeunt.

Break the matterto him.

¡ Allowance,

1

↑ Wonder.

Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know ma dam silvia ?

Speed. She that your worship loves?

to

Val. Why how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content: to relish a lovesong, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like. a school boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that nad buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas. + You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look ou you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. They are all perceiv'd without you.
Val. Without me? They cannot,

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these. follies are within you, and shine through you, like the water in an urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Val. But, tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ?

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?

Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I

mean.

Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted, to make her fair that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.

Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Speed. Ever since you loved her;

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Val. Why?

O that you

Speed. Because love is blind. had mine eyes; or your own hand the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protens for going ungartered!

Under a regimen.

Val. What should I see theu ↑

Speed. Your own present folly, and her pass. ing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter bis hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.

† Allhallowmas.

Speed. True, Sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclusion I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set: so, your affec tion would cease.

Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

not;

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on And yet take this again;-and yet I thank you; her, and yet know'st her not. Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. [Aside Val.What means your ladyship? do you not like it ?

Speed. Is she not hard favoured Sir?.
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well favoured.

Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ
But since unwillingly, take them again!
Nay take them.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but ber favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count,

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write
some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ

Val. No, boy, but as well I can do them:Peace, here she comes.

Enter SILVIA.

Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand goodmorrows.

Speed. O'give you good even! Here's a million of manners. [Aside. Sit. Sir Valentine and servant, to you to thousand.

Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.

Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your
letter,

Unto the secret nameless friend of your's;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
But for my duty to your ladyship.
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very
clerkly done.

[of;

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came bardly
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
I writ at random, very doubtfully.

Sil. Perchance you think, too much of so
much pains?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as
much :
And yet,-

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
And yet I will not name it:--and yet I care

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my re

quest:

But I will none of them, they are for you:
I would have had them writ more movingly.
Val. Please you I'll write your iadyskip

another.

Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read

it over:

And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
Val, If it please me, madam! what then?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for youf

labour;
And so good-morrow, servant.
Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible.
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on

[Exit SILVIA

a steeple ! My master sues to her; and she bath taught bef

suitor,
He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

· Whipped.

† A puppet-show.

1 Like a scholar,

SCENE III.-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. think, Crab my dog to be the sourest-natured

Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.

I

Val. To do what?

Speed. To be a spokesman from madam dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
Silvia.
wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling,
our cat wringing her bands, and all our house

Val. To whom?

Val. What figure ?

Speed. To yourself; why, she wooes you by a in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-
figure.
hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very
pebble stone, and bas 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 manner of it: This shoe
is my father-no, this left shoe 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 in it, is my mother, and this my father; A
vengeance on't 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 :-no, the dog is him-
self, and I am the dog,-Oh! the dog is me, and
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 iny father; well, he weeps on :-now come
I to my mother, (Ob! that she could speak now !)
like a wood woman :-well, I kiss 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 I lay the
dust with my tears.

O excellent device was there ever heard ab
better?

That my master, being scribe, to himself should
write the letter?

Vel. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning
with yourself?

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Val. 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?

Val. No, believe me. Speed. No believing you indeed, Sir; But did you perceive her earnest ? Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and
there an end..

Val. 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 yon, Sir? 'tis dinner time.
Val. I have dined.

Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir: though the ca-ter is
meleon Love can feed on the air, I am ose that
am nourished by my victuals, and would fain
have meat: Oh! be not like your mistress, be
moved, be moved.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Verona.-A Room in JULIA'S
House.

Enter PROTEUS 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

socner:

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 next ensuing hour some foul mischauce
Torment me for my love's forgetfulness!
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;
[Exil JULIA.
Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak ;
For truth bath better deeds, than words, to
grace it.

Enter PANTHINO.

Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

[Exeunt.

Enter PANTHINO.

Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy masshipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why eepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

Laun. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied. Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?

Laun. Why, he that's tied here; Crab, my dog.

Pan. 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 master, lose thy service; and in mouth? losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my

• There's the conclusion.

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Pan. Where should I lose my tongue?
Laun. In thy tale.
Pan. In thy tail?

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with master, and the service? The tide !-Why, man, my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Pan. Wilt thou go?
Laun. Well, I will go.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Milan.-An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace.

Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and
SPEED.

Sil. Servant-
Val. Mistress ?

Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.

• Kindred.

+ Crazy, distracted.