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Long liue the King + + * * * * * + +As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain words +or letters they had often packed into a "cliche". . .this is the +original meaning of the term cliche. . .and thus, being unwilling +to unpack the cliches, and thus you will see some substitutions +that look very odd. . .such as the exchanges of u for v, v for u, +above. . .and you may wonder why they did it this way, presuming +Shakespeare did not actually write the play in this manner. . . . + +The answer is that they MAY have packed "liue" into a cliche at a +time when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" in +place of some "w"'s, etc. This was a common practice of the day, +as print was still quite expensive, and they didn't want to spend +more on a wider selection of characters than they had to. + +You will find a lot of these kinds of "errors" in this text, as I +have mentioned in other times and places, many "scholars" have an +extreme attachment to these errors, and many have accorded them a +very high place in the "canon" of Shakespeare. My father read an +assortment of these made available to him by Cambridge University +in England for several months in a glass room constructed for the +purpose. To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available +. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes, +that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of a +variety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famous +for signing his name with several different spellings. + +So, please take this into account when reading the comments below +made by our volunteer who prepared this file: you may see errors +that are "not" errors. . . . + +So. . .with this caveat. . .we have NOT changed the canon errors, +here is the Project Gutenberg Etext of Shakespeare's The first +Part of Henry the Sixt. + +Michael S. Hart +Project Gutenberg +Executive Director + + * * * * * + +Scanner's Notes: + +What this is and isn't. This was taken from a copy of +Shakespeare's first folio and it is as close as I can come in +ASCII to the printed text. + +The elongated S's have been changed to small s's and the +conjoined ae have been changed to ae. I have left the spelling, +punctuation, capitalization as close as possible to the printed +text. I have corrected some spelling mistakes (I have put +together a spelling dictionary devised from the spellings of +the Geneva Bible and Shakespeare's First Folio and have unified +spellings according to this template), typo's and expanded +abbreviations as I have come across them. Everything within +brackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like that you +can delete everything within the brackets if you want a purer +Shakespeare. + +Another thing that you should be aware of is that there are +textual differences between various copies of the first folio. So +there may be differences (other than what I have mentioned above) +between this and other first folio editions. This is due to the +printer's habit of setting the type and running off a number of +copies and then proofing the printed copy and correcting the type +and then continuing the printing run. The proof run wasn't thrown +away but incorporated into the printed copies. This is just the +way it is. The text I have used was a composite of more than 30 +different First Folio editions' best pages. + +David Reed + +===================================================================== + + + + +The Two Gentlemen of Verona + + +Actus primus, Scena prima. + +Valentine: Protheus, and Speed. + + Valentine. Cease to perswade, my louing Protheus; +Home-keeping youth, haue euer homely wits, +Wer't not affection chaines thy tender dayes +To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue, +I rather would entreat thy company, +To see the wonders of the world abroad, +Then (liuing dully sluggardiz'd at home) +Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse. +But since thou lou'st; loue still, and thriue therein, +Euen as I would, when I to loue begin + + Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine adew, +Thinke on thy Protheus, when thou (hap'ly) seest +Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile. +Wish me partaker in thy happinesse, +When thou do'st meet good hap; and in thy danger, +(If euer danger doe enuiron thee) +Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers, +For I will be thy beades-man, Valentine + + Val. And on a loue-booke pray for my successe? + + Pro. Vpon some booke I loue, I'le pray for thee + + Val. That's on some shallow Storie of deepe loue, +How yong Leander crost the Hellespont + + Pro. That's a deepe Storie, of a deeper loue, +For he was more then ouer-shooes in loue + + Val. 'Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue, +And yet you neuer swom the Hellespont + + Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots + + Val. No, I will not; for it boots thee not + + Pro. What? + + Val. To be in loue; where scorne is bought with grones: +Coy looks, with hart-sore sighes: one fading moments mirth, +With twenty watchfull, weary, tedious nights; +If hap'ly won, perhaps a haplesse gaine; +If lost, why then a grieuous labour won; +How euer: but a folly bought with wit, +Or else a wit, by folly vanquished + + Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me foole + + Val. So, by your circumstance, I feare you'll proue + + Pro. 'Tis Loue you cauill at, I am not Loue + + Val. Loue is your master, for he masters you; +And he that is so yoked by a foole, +Me thinkes should not be chronicled for wise + + Pro. Yet Writers say; as in the sweetest Bud, +The eating Canker dwels; so eating Loue +Inhabits in the finest wits of all + + Val. And Writers say; as the most forward Bud +Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow, +Euen so by Loue, the yong, and tender wit +Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the Bud, +Loosing his verdure, euen in the prime, +And all the faire effects of future hopes. +But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee +That art a votary to fond desire? +Once more adieu: my Father at the Road +Expects my comming, there to see me ship'd + + Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine + + Val. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let vs take our leaue: +To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters +Of thy successe in loue; and what newes else +Betideth here in absence of thy Friend: +And I likewise will visite thee with mine + + Pro. All happinesse bechance to thee in Millaine + + Val. As much to you at home: and so farewell. + +Enter + + Pro. He after Honour hunts, I after Loue; +He leaues his friends, to dignifie them more; +I loue my selfe, my friends, and all for loue: +Thou Iulia, thou hast metamorphis'd me: +Made me neglect my Studies, loose my time; +Warre with good counsaile; set the world at nought; +Made Wit with musing, weake; hart sick with thought + + Sp. Sir Protheus: 'saue you: saw you my Master? + + Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain + + Sp. Twenty to one then, he is ship'd already, +And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loosing him + + Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray, +And if the Shepheard be awhile away + + Sp. You conclude that my Master is a Shepheard then, +and I Sheepe? + + Pro. I doe + + Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes, whether I +wake or sleepe + + Pro. A silly answere, and fitting well a Sheepe + + Sp. This proues me still a Sheepe + + Pro. True: and thy Master a Shepheard + + Sp. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance + + Pro. It shall goe hard but ile proue it by another + + Sp. The Shepheard seekes the Sheepe, and not the +Sheepe the Shepheard; but I seeke my Master, and my +Master seekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe + + Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard, +the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou +for wages followest thy Master, thy Master for wages +followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe + + Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baa + + Pro. But do'st thou heare: gau'st thou my Letter +to Iulia? + + Sp. I Sir: I (a lost-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her +(a lac'd-Mutton) and she (a lac'd-Mutton) gaue mee (a +lost-Mutton) nothing for my labour + + Pro. Here's too small a Pasture for such store of +Muttons + + Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'd, you were best +sticke her + + Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best pound +you + + Sp. Nay Sir, lesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying +your Letter + + Pro. You mistake; I meane the pound, a Pinfold + + Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer, +'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer + + Pro. But what said she? + + Sp. I + + Pro. Nod-I, why that's noddy + + Sp. You mistooke Sir: I say she did nod; +And you aske me if she did nod, and I say I + + Pro. And that set together is noddy + + Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together, +take it for your paines + + Pro. No, no, you shall haue it for bearing the letter + + Sp. Well, I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you + + Pro. Why Sir, how doe you beare with me? + + Sp. Marry Sir, the letter very orderly, +Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines + + Pro. Beshrew me, but you haue a quicke wit + + Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your slow purse + + Pro. Come, come, open the matter in briefe; what +said she + + Sp. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter +may be both at once deliuered + + Pro. Well Sir: here is for your paines: what said she? + + Sp. Truely Sir, I thinke you'll hardly win her + + Pro. Why? could'st thou perceiue so much from her? + + Sp. Sir, I could perceiue nothing at all from her; +No, not so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter: +And being so hard to me, that brought your minde; +I feare she'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde. +Giue her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steele + + Pro. What said she, nothing? + + Sp. No, not so much as take this for thy pains: +To testifie your bounty, I thank you, you haue cestern'd me; +In requital whereof, henceforth, carry your letters your +selfe; And so Sir, I'le commend you to my Master + + Pro. Go, go, be gone, to saue your Ship from wrack, +Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde, +Being destin'd to a drier death on shore: +I must goe send some better Messenger, +I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines, +Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post. + +Enter. + + +Scoena Secunda. + +Enter Iulia and Lucetta. + + Iul. But say Lucetta (now we are alone) +Would'st thou then counsaile me to fall in loue? + + Luc. I Madam, so you stumble not vnheedfully + + Iul. Of all the faire resort of Gentlemen, +That euery day with par'le encounter me, +In thy opinion which is worthiest loue? + + Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile shew my minde, +According to my shallow simple skill + + Iu. What thinkst thou of the faire sir Eglamoure? + Lu. As of a Knight, well-spoken, neat, and fine; +But were I you, he neuer should be mine + + Iu. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? + Lu. Well of his wealth; but of himselfe, so, so + + Iu. What think'st thou of the gentle Protheus? + Lu. Lord, Lord: to see what folly raignes in vs + + Iu. How now? what meanes this passion at his name? + Lu. Pardon deare Madam, 'tis a passing shame, +That I (vnworthy body as I am) +Should censure thus on louely Gentlemen + + Iu. Why not on Protheus, as of all the rest? + Lu. Then thus: of many good, I thinke him best + + Iul. Your reason? + Lu. I haue no other but a womans reason: +I thinke him so, because I thinke him so + + Iul. And would'st thou haue me cast my loue on him? + Lu. I: if you thought your loue not cast away + + + Iul. Why he, of all the rest, hath neuer mou'd me + + Lu. Yet he, of all the rest, I thinke best loues ye + + Iul. His little speaking, shewes his loue but small + + Lu. Fire that's closest kept, burnes most of all + + Iul. They doe not loue, that doe not shew their loue + + Lu. Oh, they loue least, that let men know their loue + + Iul. I would I knew his minde + + Lu. Peruse this paper Madam + + Iul. To Iulia: say, from whom? + Lu. That the Contents will shew + + Iul. Say, say: who gaue it thee? + Lu. Sir Valentines page: & sent I think from Protheus; +He would haue giuen it you, but I being in the way, +Did in your name receiue it: pardon the fault I pray + + Iul. Now (by my modesty) a goodly Broker: +Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? +To whisper, and conspire against my youth? +Now trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, +And you an officer fit for the place: +There: take the paper: see it be return'd, +Or else returne no more into my sight + + Lu. To plead for loue, deserues more fee, then hate + + Iul. Will ye be gon? + Lu. That you may ruminate. + +Enter. + + Iul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter; +It were a shame to call her backe againe, +And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her. +What 'foole is she, that knowes I am a Maid, +And would not force the letter to my view? +Since Maides, in modesty, say no, to that, +Which they would haue the profferer construe, I. +Fie, fie: how way-ward is this foolish loue; +That (like a testie Babe) will scratch the Nurse, +And presently, all humbled kisse the Rod? +How churlishly, I chid Lucetta hence, +When willingly, I would haue had her here? +How angerly I taught my brow to frowne, +When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to smile? +My pennance is, to call Lucetta backe +And aske remission, for my folly past. +What hoe: Lucetta + + Lu. What would your Ladiship? + Iul. Is't neere dinner time? + Lu. I would it were, +That you might kill your stomacke on your meat, +And not vpon your Maid + + Iu. What is't that you +Tooke vp so gingerly? + Lu. Nothing + + Iu. Why didst thou stoope then? + Lu. To take a paper vp, that I let fall + + Iul. And is that paper nothing? + Lu. Nothing concerning me + + Iul. Then let it lye, for those that it concernes + + Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes, +Vnlesse it haue a false Interpreter + + Iul. Some loue of yours, hath writ to you in Rime + + Lu. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune: +Giue me a Note, your Ladiship can set + Iul. As little by such toyes, as may be possible: +Best sing it to the tune of Light O, Loue + + Lu. It is too heauy for so light a tune + + Iu. Heauy? belike it hath some burden then? + Lu. I: and melodious were it, would you sing it, + Iu. And why not you? + Lu. I cannot reach so high + + Iu. Let's see your Song: +How now Minion? + Lu. Keepe tune there still; so you will sing it out: +And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune + + Iu. You doe not? + Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe + + Iu. You (Minion) are too saucie + + Lu. Nay, now you are too flat; +And marre the concord, with too harsh a descant: +There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song + + Iu. The meane is dround with you vnruly base + + Lu. Indeede I bid the base for Protheus + + Iu. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me; +Here is a coile with protestation: +Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye: +You would be fingring them, to anger me + + Lu. She makes it stra[n]ge, but she would be best pleas'd +To be so angred with another Letter + + Iu. Nay, would I were so angred with the same: +Oh hatefull hands, to teare such louing words; +Iniurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony, +And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your stings; +Ile kisse each seuerall paper, for amends: +Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia, +As in reuenge of thy ingratitude, +I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones, +Trampling contemptuously on thy disdaine. +And here is writ, Loue wounded Protheus. +Poore wounded name: my bosome, as a bed, +Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd; +And thus I search it with a soueraigne kisse. +But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written downe: +Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away, +Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter, +Except mine own name: That, some whirle-winde beare +Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke, +And throw it thence into the raging Sea. +Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ: +Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus: +To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away: +And yet I will not, sith so prettily +He couples it, to his complaining Names; +Thus will I fold them, one vpon another; +Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will + + Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies + + Iu. Well, let vs goe + + Lu. What, shall these papers lye, like Tel-tales here? + Iu. If you respect them; best to take them vp + + Lu. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe. +Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold + + Iu. I see you haue a months minde to them + + Lu. I (Madam) you may say what sights you see; +I see things too, although you iudge I winke + + Iu. Come, come, wilt please you goe. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Tertia. + + +Enter Antonio and Panthino. Protheus. + + Ant. Tell me Panthino, what sad talke was that, +Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloyster? + Pan. 'Twas of his Nephew Protheus, your Sonne + + Ant. Why? what of him? + Pan. He wondred that your Lordship +Would suffer him, to spend his youth at home, +While other men, of slender reputation +Put forth their Sonnes, to seeke preferment out. +Some to the warres, to try their fortune there; +Some, to discouer Islands farre away: +Some, to the studious Vniuersities; +For any, or for all these exercises, +He said, that Protheus, your sonne, was meet; +And did request me, to importune you +To let him spend his time no more at home; +Which would be great impeachment to his age, +In hauing knowne no trauaile in his youth + + Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that +Whereon, this month I haue bin hamering. +I haue consider'd well, his losse of time, +And how he cannot be a perfect man, +Not being tryed, and tutord in the world: +Experience is by industry atchieu'd, +And perfected by the swift course of time: +Then tell me, whether were I best to send him? + Pan. I thinke your Lordship is not ignorant +How his companion, youthfull Valentine, +Attends the Emperour in his royall Court + + Ant. I know it well + + Pan. 'Twere good, I thinke, your Lordship sent him +(thither, +There shall he practise Tilts, and Turnaments; +Heare sweet discourse, conuerse with Noble-men, +And be in eye of euery Exercise +Worthy his youth, and noblenesse of birth + + Ant. I like thy counsaile: well hast thou aduis'd: +And that thou maist perceiue how well I like it, +The execution of it shall make knowne; +Euen with the speediest expedition, +I will dispatch him to the Emperors Court + + Pan. To morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, +With other Gentlemen of good esteeme +Are iournying, to salute the Emperor, +And to commend their seruice to his will + + Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go: +And in good time: now will we breake with him + + Pro. Sweet Loue, sweet lines, sweet life, +Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; +Here is her oath for loue, her honors paune; +O that our Fathers would applaud our loues +To seale our happinesse with their consents + + Pro. Oh heauenly Iulia + + Ant. How now? What Letter are you reading there? + Pro. May't please your Lordship, 'tis a word or two +Of commendations sent from Valentine; +Deliuer'd by a friend, that came from him + + Ant. Lend me the Letter: Let me see what newes + + Pro. There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writes +How happily he liues, how well-belou'd, +And daily graced by the Emperor; +Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune + + Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? + Pro. As one relying on your Lordships will, +And not depending on his friendly wish + + Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: +Muse not that I thus sodainly proceed; +For what I will, I will, and there an end: +I am resolu'd, that thou shalt spend some time +With Valentinus, in the Emperors Court: +What maintenance he from his friends receiues, +Like exhibition thou shalt haue from me, +To morrow be in readinesse, to goe, +Excuse it not: for I am peremptory + + Pro. My Lord I cannot be so soone prouided, +Please you deliberate a day or two + + Ant. Look what thou want'st shalbe sent after thee: +No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe; +Come on Panthino; you shall be imployd, +To hasten on his Expedition + + Pro. Thus haue I shund the fire, for feare of burning, +And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. +I fear'd to shew my Father Iulias Letter, +Least he should take exceptions to my loue, +And with the vantage of mine owne excuse +Hath he excepted most against my loue. +Oh, how this spring of loue resembleth +The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day, +Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun, +And by and by a clowd takes all away + + Pan. Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you, +He is in hast, therefore I pray you go + + Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, +And yet a thousand times it answer's no. + +Exeunt. Finis. + + +Actus secundus: Scoena Prima. + +Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia + + Speed. Sir, your Gloue + + Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on + + Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one + + Val. Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it's mine: +Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine, +Ah Siluia, Siluia + + Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia + + Val. How now Sirha? + Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir + + Val. Why sir, who bad you call her? + Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke + + Val. Well: you'll still be too forward + + Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow + + Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia? + Speed. Shee that your worship loues? + Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue? + Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue +learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a +Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-redbreast: +to walke alone like one that had the pestilence: +to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to +weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: +to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that +feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Masse: +You were wont, when you laughed, to crow +like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the +Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner: +when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: And +now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when I +looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master + + Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me? + Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye + + Val. Without me? they cannot + + Speed. Without you? nay, that's certaine: 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 Vrinall: that +not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment +on your Malady + + Val. But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia? + Speed. Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? + Val. Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane + + Speed. Why sir, I know her not + + Val. Do'st thou know her by my gazing on her, and +yet know'st her not? + Speed. Is she not hard-fauour'd, sir? + Val. Not so faire (boy) as well fauour'd + + Speed. Sir, I know that well enough + + Val. What dost thou know? + Speed. That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fauourd? + Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite, +But her fauour infinite + + Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other +out of all count + + Val. How painted? and how out of count? + Speed. Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that no +man counts of her beauty + + Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty + + Speed. You neuer saw her since she was deform'd + + Val. How long hath she beene deform'd? + Speed. Euer since you lou'd her + + Val. I haue lou'd her euer since I saw her, +And still I see her beautifull + + Speed. If you loue her, you cannot see her + + Val. Why? + Speed. Because Loue is blinde: O that you had mine +eyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wont +to haue, when you chidde at Sir Protheus, for going vngarter'd + + Val. What should I see then? + Speed. Your owne present folly, and her passing deformitie: +for hee beeing in loue, could not see to garter +his hose; and you, beeing in loue, cannot see to put on +your hose + + Val. Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for last morning +You could not see to wipe my shooes + + Speed. True sir: I was in loue with my bed, I thanke +you, you swing'd me for my loue, which makes mee the +bolder to chide you, for yours + + Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her + + Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would +cease + + Val. Last night she enioyn'd me, +To write some lines to one she loues + + Speed. And haue you? + Val. I haue + + Speed. Are they not lamely writt? + Val. No (Boy) but as well as I can do them: +Peace, here she comes + + Speed. Oh excellent motion; oh exceeding Puppet: +Now will he interpret to her + + Val. Madam & Mistres, a thousand good-morrows + + Speed. Oh, 'giue ye-good-ev'n: heer's a million of +manners + + Sil. Sir Valentine, and seruant, to you two thousand + + Speed. He should giue her interest: & she giues it him + + Val. As you inioynd me; I haue writ your Letter +Vnto the secret, nameles friend of yours: +Which I was much vnwilling to proceed in, +But for my duty to your Ladiship + + Sil. I thanke you (gentle Seruant) 'tis very Clerklydone + + Val. Now trust me (Madam) it came hardly-off: +For being ignorant to whom it goes, +I writ at randome, very doubtfully + + Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains? + Val. No (Madam) so it steed you, I will write +(Please you command) a thousand times as much: +And yet - + Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghesse the sequell; +And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not. +And yet, take this againe: and yet I thanke you: +Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more + + Speed. And yet you will: and yet, another yet + + Val. What meanes your Ladiship? +Doe you not like it? + Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very queintly writ, +But (since vnwillingly) take them againe. +Nay, take them + + Val. Madam, they are for you + + Silu. I, I: you writ them Sir, at my request, +But I will none of them: they are for you: +I would haue had them writ more mouingly: + Val. Please you, Ile write your Ladiship another + + Sil. And when it's writ: for my sake read it ouer, +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 your labour; +And so good-morrow Seruant. + +Exit. Sil. + + Speed. Oh Iest vnseene: inscrutible: inuisible, +As a nose on a mans face, or a Wethercocke on a steeple: +My Master sues to her: and she hath taught her Sutor, +He being her Pupill, to become her Tutor. +Oh excellent deuise, was there euer heard a better? +That my master being scribe, +To himselfe should write the Letter? + Val. How now Sir? +What are you reasoning with your selfe? + Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you y haue the reason + + Val. To doe what? + Speed. To be a Spokes-man from Madam Siluia + + Val. To whom? + Speed. To your selfe: why, she woes you by a figure + + Val. What figure? + Speed. By a Letter, I should say + + Val. Why she hath not writ to me? + Speed. What need she, +When shee hath made you write to your selfe? +Why, doe you not perceiue the iest? + Val. No, beleeue me + + Speed. No beleeuing you indeed sir: +But did you perceiue her earnest? + Val. She gaue me none, except an angry word + + Speed. Why she hath giuen you a Letter + + Val. That's the Letter I writ to her friend + + Speed. And y letter hath she deliuer'd, & there an end + + Val. I would it were no worse + + Speed. Ile warrant you, 'tis as well: +For often haue you writ to her: and she in modesty, +Or else for want of idle time, could not againe reply, +Or fearing els some messe[n]ger, y might her mind discouer +Her self hath taught her Loue himself, to write vnto her louer. +All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. +Why muse you sir, 'tis dinner time + + Val. I haue dyn'd + + Speed. I, but hearken sir: though the Cameleon Loue +can feed on the ayre, I am one that am nourish'd by my +victuals; and would faine haue meate: oh bee not like +your Mistresse, be moued, be moued. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena secunda. + +Enter Protheus, Iulia, Panthion. + + Pro. Haue patience, gentle Iulia: + Iul. I must where is no remedy + + Pro. When possibly I can, I will returne + + Iul. If you turne not: you will return the sooner: +Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake + + Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange; +Here, take you this + + Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse + + Pro. Here is my hand, for my true constancie: +And when that howre ore-slips me in the day, +Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake, +The next ensuing howre, some foule mischance +Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse: +My father staies my comming: answere not: +The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares, +That tide will stay me longer then I should, +Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word? +I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake, +For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it + + Panth. Sir Protheus: you are staid for + + Pro. Goe: I come, I come: +Alas, this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Tertia. + +Enter Launce, Panthion. + + Launce. Nay, 'twill bee this howre ere I haue done +weeping: all the kinde of the Launces, haue this very +fault: I haue receiu'd my proportion, like the prodigious +Sonne, and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperialls +Court: I thinke Crab my dog, be the sowrest natured +dogge that liues: My Mother weeping: my Father +wayling: my Sister crying: our Maid howling: our +Catte wringing her hands, and all our house in a great +perplexitie, yet did not this cruell-hearted Curre shedde +one teare: he is a stone, a very pibble stone, and has no +more pitty in him then a dogge: a Iew would haue wept +to haue seene our parting: why my Grandam hauing +no eyes, looke you, wept her selfe blinde at my parting: +nay, Ile shew you the manner of it. This shooe is my father: +no, this left shooe is my father; no, no, this left +shooe is my mother: nay, that cannot bee so neyther: +yes; it is so, it is so: it hath the worser sole: this shooe +with the hole in it, is my mother: and this my father: +a veng'ance on't, there 'tis: Now sir, this staffe is my sister: +for, looke you, she is as white as a lilly, and as +small as a wand: this hat is Nan our maid: I am the +dogge: no, the dogge is himselfe, and I am the dogge: +oh, the dogge is me, and I am my selfe: I; so, so: now +come I to my Father; Father, your blessing: now +should not the shooe speake a word for weeping: +now should I kisse my Father; well, hee weepes on: +Now come I to my Mother: Oh that she could speake +now, like a would-woman: well, I kisse her: why +there 'tis; heere's my mothers breath vp and downe: +Now come I to my sister; marke the moane she makes: +now the dogge all this while sheds not a teare: nor +speakes a word: but see how I lay the dust with my +teares + + Panth. Launce, away, away: a Boord: thy Master is +ship'd, and thou art to post after with oares; what's the +matter? why weep'st thou man? away asse, you'l loose +the Tide, if you tarry any longer + + Laun. It is no matter if the tide were lost, for it is the +vnkindest Tide, that euer any man tide + + Panth. What's the vnkindest tide? + Lau. Why, he that's tide here, Crab my dog + + Pant. Tut, man: I meane thou'lt loose the flood, and +in loosing the flood, loose thy voyage, and in loosing thy +voyage, loose thy Master, and in loosing thy Master, +loose thy seruice, and in loosing thy seruice: - why +dost thou stop my mouth? + Laun. For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue + + Panth. Where should I loose my tongue? + Laun. In thy Tale + + Panth. In thy Taile + + Laun. Loose the Tide, and the voyage, and the Master, +and the Seruice, and the tide: why man, if the Riuer +were drie, I am able to fill it with my teares: if the winde +were downe, I could driue the boate with my sighes + + Panth. Come: come away man, I was sent to call +thee + + Lau. Sir: call me what thou dar'st + + Pant. Wilt thou goe? + Laun. Well, I will goe. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Quarta. + +Enter Valentine, Siluia, Thurio, Speed, Duke, Protheus. + + Sil. Seruant + + Val. Mistris + + Spee. Master, Sir Thurio frownes on you + + Val. I Boy, it's for loue + + Spee. Not of you + + Val. Of my Mistresse then + + Spee. 'Twere good you knockt him + + Sil. Seruant, you are sad + + Val. Indeed, Madam, I seeme so + + Thu. Seeme you that you are not? + Val. Hap'ly I doe + + Thu. So doe Counterfeyts + + Val. So doe you + + Thu. What seeme I that I am not? + Val. Wise + + Thu. What instance of the contrary? + Val. Your folly + + Thu. And how quoat you my folly? + Val. I quoat it in your Ierkin + + Thu. My Ierkin is a doublet + + Val. Well then, Ile double your folly + + Thu. How? + Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? + Val. Giue him leaue, Madam, he is a kind of Camelion + + Thu. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud, +then liue in your ayre + + Val. You haue said Sir + + Thu. I Sir, and done too for this time + + Val. I know it wel sir, you alwaies end ere you begin + + Sil. A fine volly of words, gentleme[n], & quickly shot off + Val. 'Tis indeed, Madam, we thank the giuer + + Sil. Who is that Seruant? + Val. Your selfe (sweet Lady) for you gaue the fire, +Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes, +And spends what he borrowes 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 haue an Exchequer of words, +And I thinke, no other treasure to giue your followers: +For it appeares by their bare Liueries +That they liue by your bare words + + Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: +Here comes my father + + Duk. Now, daughter Siluia, you are hard beset. +Sir Valentine, your father is in good health, +What say you to a Letter from your friends +Of much good newes? + Val. My Lord, I will be thankfull, +To any happy messenger from thence + + Duk. Know ye Don Antonio, your Countriman? + Val. I, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman +To be of worth, and worthy estimation, +And not without desert so well reputed + + Duk. Hath he not a Sonne? + Val. I, my good Lord, a Son, that well deserues +The honor, and regard of such a father + + Duk. You know him well? + Val. I knew him as my selfe: for from our Infancie +We haue conuerst, and spent our howres together, +And though my selfe haue beene an idle Trewant, +Omitting the sweet benefit of time +To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection: +Yet hath Sir Protheus (for that's his name) +Made vse, and faire aduantage of his daies: +His yeares but yong, but his experience old: +His head vn-mellowed, but his Iudgement ripe; +And in a word (for far behinde his worth +Comes all the praises that I now bestow.) +He is compleat in feature, and in minde, +With all good grace, to grace a Gentleman + + Duk. Beshrew me sir, but if he make this good +He is as worthy for an Empresse loue, +As meet to be an Emperors Councellor: +Well, Sir: this Gentleman is come to me +With Commendation from great Potentates, +And heere he meanes to spend his time a while, +I thinke 'tis no vn-welcome newes to you + + Val. Should I haue wish'd a thing, it had beene he + + Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth: +Siluia, I speake to you, and you Sir Thurio, +For Valentine, I need not cite him to it, +I will send him hither to you presently + + Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladiship +Had come along with me, but that his Mistresse +Did hold his eyes, lockt in her Christall lookes + + Sil. Be-like that now she hath enfranchis'd them +Vpon some other pawne for fealty + + Val. Nay sure, I thinke she holds them prisoners stil + + Sil. Nay then he should be blind, and being blind +How could he see his way to seeke out you? + Val. Why Lady, Loue hath twenty paire of eyes + + Thur. They say that Loue hath not an eye at all + + Val. To see such Louers, Thurio, as your selfe, +Vpon a homely obiect, Loue can winke + + Sil. Haue done, haue done: here comes y gentleman + + Val. Welcome, deer Protheus: Mistris, I beseech you +Confirme his welcome, with some speciall fauor + + Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hether, +If this be he you oft haue wish'd to heare from + + Val. Mistris, it is: sweet Lady, entertaine him +To be my fellow-seruant to your Ladiship + + Sil. Too low a Mistres for so high a seruant + + Pro. Not so, sweet Lady, but too meane a seruant +To haue a looke of such a worthy a Mistresse + + Val. Leaue off discourse of disabilitie: +Sweet Lady, entertaine him for your Seruant + + Pro. My dutie will I boast of, nothing else + + Sil. And dutie neuer yet did want his meed. +Seruant, you are welcome to a worthlesse Mistresse + + Pro. Ile die on him that saies so but your selfe + + Sil. That you are welcome? + Pro. That you are worthlesse + + Thur. Madam, my Lord your father wold speak with you + + Sil. I wait vpon his pleasure: Come Sir Thurio, +Goe with me: once more, new Seruant welcome; +Ile leaue you to confer of home affaires, +When you haue done, we looke too heare from you + + Pro. Wee'll both attend vpon your Ladiship + + Val. Now tell me: how do al from whence you came? + Pro. Your frends are wel, & haue the[m] much co[m]mended + + Val. And how doe yours? + Pro. I left them all in health + + Val. How does your Lady? & how thriues your loue? + Pro. My tales of Loue were wont to weary you, +I know you ioy not in a Loue-discourse + + Val. I Protheus, but that life is alter'd now, +I haue done pennance for contemning Loue, +Whose high emperious thoughts haue punish'd me +With bitter fasts, with penitentiall grones, +With nightly teares, and daily hart-sore sighes, +For in reuenge of my contempt of loue, +Loue hath chas'd sleepe from my enthralled eyes, +And made them watchers of mine owne hearts sorrow. +O gentle Protheus, Loue's a mighty Lord, +And hath so humbled me, as I confesse +There is no woe to his correction, +Nor to his Seruice, no such ioy on earth: +Now, no discourse, except it be of loue: +Now can I breake my fast, dine, sup, and sleepe, +Vpon the very naked name of Loue + + Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: +Was this the Idoll, that you worship so? + Val. Euen She; and is she not a heauenly Saint? + Pro. No; But she is an earthly Paragon + + Val. Call her diuine + + Pro. I will not flatter her + + Val. O flatter me: for Loue delights in praises + + Pro. When I was sick, you gaue me bitter pils, +And I must minister the like to you + + Val. Then speake the truth by her; if not diuine, +Yet let her be a principalitie, +Soueraigne to all the Creatures on the earth + + Pro. Except my Mistresse + + Val. Sweet: except not any, +Except thou wilt except against my Loue + + Pro. Haue I not reason to prefer mine owne? + Val. And I will help thee to prefer her to: +Shee shall be dignified with this high honour, +To beare my Ladies traine, lest the base earth +Should from her vesture chance to steale a kisse, +And of so great a fauor growing proud, +Disdaine to roote the Sommer-swelling flowre, +And make rough winter euerlastingly + + Pro. Why Valentine, what Bragadisme is this? + Val. Pardon me (Protheus) all I can is nothing, +To her, whose worth, make other worthies nothing; +Shee is alone + + Pro. Then let her alone + + Val. Not for the world: why man, she is mine owne, +And I as rich in hauing such a Iewell +As twenty Seas, if all their sand were pearle, +The water, Nectar, and the Rocks pure gold. +Forgiue me, that I doe not dreame on thee, +Because thou seest me doate vpon my loue: +My foolish Riuall that her Father likes +(Onely for his possessions are so huge) +Is gone with her along, and I must after, +For Loue (thou know'st is full of iealousie.) + Pro. But she loues you? + Val. I, and we are betroathd: nay more, our mariage howre, +With all the cunning manner of our flight +Determin'd of: how I must climbe her window, +The Ladder made of Cords, and all the means +Plotted, and 'greed on for my happinesse. +Good Protheus goe with me to my chamber, +In these affaires to aid me with thy counsaile + + Pro. Goe on before: I shall enquire you forth: +I must vnto the Road, to dis-embarque +Some necessaries, that I needs must vse, +And then Ile presently attend you + + Val. Will you make haste? + +Enter. + + Pro. I will. +Euen as one heate, another heate expels, +Or as one naile, by strength driues out another. +So the remembrance of my former Loue +Is by a newer obiect quite forgotten, +It is mine, or Valentines praise? +Her true perfection, or my false transgression? +That makes me reasonlesse, to reason thus? +Shee is faire: and so is Iulia that I loue, +(That I did loue, for now my loue is thaw'd, +Which like a waxen Image 'gainst a fire +Beares no impression of the thing it was.) +Me thinkes my zeale to Valentine is cold, +And that I loue him not as I was wont: +O, but I loue his Lady too-too much, +And that's the reason I loue him so little. +How shall I doate on her with more aduice, +That thus without aduice begin to loue her? +'Tis but her picture I haue yet beheld, +And that hath dazel'd my reasons light: +But when I looke on her perfections, +There is no reason, but I shall be blinde. +If I can checke my erring loue, I will, +If not, to compasse her Ile vse my skill. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Quinta. + +Enter Speed and Launce. + + Speed. Launce, by mine honesty welcome to Padua + + Laun. Forsweare not thy selfe, sweet youth, for I am +not welcome. I reckon this alwaies, that a man is neuer +vndon till hee be hang'd, nor neuer welcome to a place, +till some certaine shot be paid, and the Hostesse say welcome + + Speed. Come-on you mad-cap: Ile to the Ale-house +with you presently; where, for one shot of fiue pence, +thou shalt haue fiue thousand welcomes: But sirha, how +did thy Master part with Madam Iulia? + Lau. Marry after they cloas'd in earnest, they parted +very fairely in iest + + Spee. But shall she marry him? + Lau. No + + Spee. How then? shall he marry her? + Lau. No, neither + + Spee. What, are they broken? + Lau. No; they are both as whole as a fish + + Spee. Why then, how stands the matter with them? + Lau. Marry thus, when it stands well with him, it +stands well with her + + Spee. What an asse art thou, I vnderstand thee not + + Lau. What a blocke art thou, that thou canst not? +My staffe vnderstands me? + Spee. What thou saist? + Lau. I, and what I do too: looke thee, Ile but leane, +and my staffe vnderstands me + + Spee. It stands vnder thee indeed + + Lau. Why, stand-vnder: and vnder-stand is all one + + Spee. But tell me true, wil't be a match? + Lau. Aske my dogge, if he say I, it will: if hee say +no, it will: if hee shake his taile, and say nothing, it +will + + Spee. The conclusion is then, that it will + + Lau. Thou shalt neuer get such a secret from me, but +by a parable + + Spee. 'Tis well that I get it so: but Launce, how saist +thou that that my master is become a notable Louer? + Lau. I neuer knew him otherwise + + Spee. Then how? + Lau. A notable Lubber: as thou reportest him to +bee + + Spee. Why, thou whorson Asse, thou mistak'st me, + Lau. Why Foole, I meant not thee, I meant thy +Master + + Spee. I tell thee, my Master is become a hot Louer + + Lau. Why, I tell thee, I care not, though hee burne +himselfe in Loue. If thou wilt goe with me to the Alehouse: +if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Iew, and not worth +the name of a Christian + + Spee. Why? + Lau. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as +to goe to the Ale with a Christian: Wilt thou goe? + Spee. At thy seruice. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Sexta. + +Enter Protheus solus. + + Pro. To leaue my Iulia; shall I be forsworne? +To loue faire Siluia; shall I be forsworne? +To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworne. +And ev'n that Powre which gaue me first my oath +Prouokes me to this three-fold periurie. +Loue bad mee sweare, and Loue bids me for-sweare; +O sweet-suggesting Loue, if thou hast sin'd, +Teach me (thy tempted subiect) to excuse it. +At first I did adore a twinkling Starre, +But now I worship a celestiall Sunne: +Vn-heedfull vowes may heedfully be broken, +And he wants wit, that wants resolued will, +To learne his wit, t' exchange the bad for better; +Fie, fie, vnreuerend tongue, to call her bad, +Whose soueraignty so oft thou hast preferd, +With twenty thousand soule-confirming oathes. +I cannot leaue to loue; and yet I doe: +But there I leaue to loue, where I should loue. +Iulia I loose, and Valentine I loose, +If I keepe them, I needs must loose my selfe: +If I loose them, thus finde I by their losse, +For Valentine, my selfe: for Iulia, Siluia. +I to my selfe am deerer then a friend, +For Loue is still most precious in it selfe, +And Siluia (witnesse heauen that made her faire) +Shewes Iulia but a swarthy Ethiope. +I will forget that Iulia is aliue, +Remembring that my Loue to her is dead. +And Valentine Ile hold an Enemie, +Ayming at Siluia as a sweeter friend. +I cannot now proue constant to my selfe, +Without some treachery vs'd to Valentine. +This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder +To climbe celestiall Siluia's chamber window, +My selfe in counsaile his competitor. +Now presently Ile giue her father notice +Of their disguising and pretended flight: +Who (all inrag'd) will banish Valentine: +For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter, +But Valentine being gon, Ile quickely crosse +By some slie tricke, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. +Loue lend me wings, to make my purpose swift +As thou hast lent me wit, to plot this drift. + +Enter. + + +Scoena septima. + +Enter Iulia and Lucetta. + + Iul. Counsaile, Lucetta, gentle girle assist me, +And eu'n in kinde loue, I doe coniure thee, +Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts +Are visibly Character'd, and engrau'd, +To lesson me, and tell me some good meane +How with my honour I may vndertake +A iourney to my louing Protheus + + Luc. Alas, the way is wearisome and long + + Iul. A true-deuoted Pilgrime is not weary +To measure Kingdomes with his feeble steps, +Much lesse shall she that hath Loues wings to flie, +And when the flight is made to one so deere, +Of such diuine perfection as Sir Protheus + + Luc. Better forbeare, till Protheus make returne + + Iul. Oh, know'st y not, his looks are my soules food? +Pitty the dearth that I haue pined in, +By longing for that food so long a time. +Didst thou but know the inly touch of Loue, +Thou wouldst as soone goe kindle fire with snow +As seeke to quench the fire of Loue with words + + Luc. I doe not seeke to quench your Loues hot fire, +But qualifie the fires extreame rage, +Lest it should burne aboue the bounds of reason + + Iul. The more thou dam'st it vp, the more it burnes: +The Current that with gentle murmure glides +(Thou know'st) being stop'd, impatiently doth rage: +But when his faire course is not hindered, +He makes sweet musicke with th' enameld stones, +Giuing a gentle kisse to euery sedge +He ouer-taketh in his pilgrimage. +And so by many winding nookes he straies +With willing sport to the wilde Ocean. +Then let me goe, and hinder not my course: +Ile be as patient as a gentle streame, +And make a pastime of each weary step, +Till the last step haue brought me to my Loue, +And there Ile rest, as after much turmoile +A blessed soule doth in Elizium + + Luc. But in what habit will you goe along? + Iul. Not like a woman, for I would preuent +The loose encounters of lasciuious men: +Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weedes +As may beseeme some well reputed Page + + Luc. Why then your Ladiship must cut your haire + + Iul. No girle, Ile knit it vp in silken strings, +With twentie od-conceited true-loue knots: +To be fantastique, may become a youth +Of greater time then I shall shew to be + + Luc. What fashion (Madam) shall I make your breeches? + Iul. That fits as well, as tell me (good my Lord) +What compasse will you weare your Farthingale? +Why eu'n what fashion thou best likes (Lucetta.) + Luc. You must needs haue the[m] with a cod-peece Ma[dam] + Iul. Out, out, (Lucetta) that wilbe illfauourd + + Luc. A round hose (Madam) now's not worth a pin +Vnlesse you haue a cod-peece to stick pins on + + Iul. Lucetta, as thou lou'st me let me haue +What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly. +But tell me (wench) how will the world repute me +For vndertaking so vnstaid a iourney? +I feare me it will make me scandaliz'd + + Luc. If you thinke so, then stay at home, and go not + + Iul. Nay, that I will not + + Luc. Then neuer dreame on Infamy, but go: +If Protheus like your iourney, when you come, +No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: +I feare me he will scarce be pleas'd with all + + Iul. That is the least (Lucetta) of my feare: +A thousand oathes, an Ocean of his teares, +And instances of infinite of Loue, +Warrant me welcome to my Protheus + + Luc. All these are seruants to deceitfull men + + Iul. Base men, that vse them to so base effect; +But truer starres did gouerne Protheus birth, +His words are bonds, his oathes are oracles, +His loue sincere, his thoughts immaculate, +His teares, pure messengers, sent from his heart, +His heart, as far from fraud, as heauen from earth + + Luc. Pray heau'n he proue so when you come to him + + Iul. Now, as thou lou'st me, do him not that wrong, +To beare a hard opinion of his truth: +Onely deserue my loue, by louing him, +And presently goe with me to my chamber +To take a note of what I stand in need of, +To furnish me vpon my longing iourney: +All that is mine I leaue at thy dispose, +My goods, my Lands, my reputation, +Onely, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence: +Come; answere not: but to it presently, +I am impatient of my tarriance. + +Exeunt. + + +Actus Tertius, Scena Prima. + +Enter Duke, Thurio, Protheus, Valentine, Launce, Speed. + + Duke. Sir Thurio, giue vs leaue (I pray) a while, +We haue some secrets to confer about. +Now tell me Protheus, what's your will with me? + Pro. My gracious Lord, that which I wold discouer, +The Law of friendship bids me to conceale, +But when I call to minde your gracious fauours +Done to me (vndeseruing as I am) +My dutie pricks me on to vtter that +Which else, no worldly good should draw from me: +Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine my friend +This night intends to steale away your daughter: +My selfe am one made priuy to the plot. +I know you haue determin'd to bestow her +On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates, +And should she thus be stolne away from you, +It would be much vexation to your age. +Thus (for my duties sake) I rather chose +To crosse my friend in his intended drift, +Then (by concealing it) heap on your head +A pack of sorrowes, which would presse you downe +(Being vnpreuented) to your timelesse graue + + Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care, +Which to requite, command me while I liue. +This loue of theirs, my selfe haue often seene, +Haply when they haue iudg'd me fast asleepe, +And oftentimes haue purpos'd to forbid +Sir Valentine her companie, and my Court. +But fearing lest my iealous ayme might erre, +And so (vnworthily) disgrace the man +(A rashnesse that I euer yet haue shun'd) +I gaue him gentle lookes, thereby to finde +That which thy selfe hast now disclos'd to me. +And that thou maist perceiue my feare of this, +Knowing that tender youth is soone suggested, +I nightly lodge her in an vpper Towre, +The key whereof, my selfe haue euer kept: +And thence she cannot be conuay'd away + + Pro. Know (noble Lord) they haue deuis'd a meane +How he her chamber-window will ascend, +And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe: +For which, the youthfull Louer now is gone, +And this way comes he with it presently. +Where (if it please you) you may intercept him. +But (good my Lord) doe it so cunningly +That my discouery be not aimed at: +For, loue of you, not hate vnto my friend, +Hath made me publisher of this pretence + + Duke. Vpon mine Honor, he shall neuer know +That I had any light from thee of this + + Pro. Adiew, my Lord, Sir Valentine is comming + + Duk. Sir Valentine, whether away so fast? + Val. Please it your Grace, there is a Messenger +That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends, +And I am going to deliuer them + + Duk. Be they of much import? + Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie +My health, and happy being at your Court + + Duk. Nay then no matter: stay with me a while, +I am to breake with thee of some affaires +That touch me neere: wherein thou must be secret. +'Tis not vnknown to thee, that I haue sought +To match my friend Sir Thurio, to my daughter + + Val. I know it well (my Lord) and sure the Match +Were rich and honourable: besides, the gentleman +Is full of Vertue, Bounty, Worth, and Qualities +Beseeming such a Wife, as your faire daughter: +Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him? + Duk. No, trust me, She is peeuish, sullen, froward, +Prowd, disobedient, stubborne, lacking duty, +Neither regarding that she is my childe, +Nor fearing me, as if I were her father: +And may I say to thee, this pride of hers +(Vpon aduice) hath drawne my loue from her, +And where I thought the remnant of mine age +Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie, +I now am full resolu'd to take a wife, +And turne her out, to who will take her in: +Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre: +For me, and my possessions she esteemes not + + Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this? + Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere +Whom I affect: but she is nice, and coy, +And naught esteemes my aged eloquence. +Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor +(For long agone I haue forgot to court, +Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd) +How, and which way I may bestow my selfe +To be regarded in her sun-bright eye + + Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words, +Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde +More then quicke words, doe moue a womans minde + + Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her, + Val. A woman somtime scorns what best co[n]tents her. +Send her another: neuer giue her ore, +For scorne at first, makes after-loue the more. +If she doe frowne, 'tis not in hate of you, +But rather to beget more loue in you. +If she doe chide, 'tis not to haue you gone, +For why, the fooles are mad, if left alone. +Take no repulse, what euer she doth say, +For, get you gon, she doth not meane away. +Flatter, and praise, commend, extoll their graces: +Though nere so blacke, say they haue Angells faces, +That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, +If with his tongue he cannot win a woman + + Duk. But she I meane, is promis'd by her friends +Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth, +And kept seuerely from resort of men, +That no man hath accesse by day to her + + Val. Why then I would resort to her by night + + Duk. I, but the doores be lockt, and keyes kept safe, +That no man hath recourse to her by night + + Val. What letts but one may enter at her window? + Duk. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, +And built so sheluing, that one cannot climbe it +Without apparant hazard of his life + + Val. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords +To cast vp, with a paire of anchoring hookes, +Would serue to scale another Hero's towre, +So bold Leander would aduenture it + + Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood +Aduise me, where I may haue such a Ladder + + Val. When would you vse it? pray sir, tell me that + + Duk. This very night; for Loue is like a childe +That longs for euery thing that he can come by + + Val. By seauen a clock, ile get you such a Ladder + + Duk But harke thee: I will goe to her alone, +How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither? + Val. It will be light (my Lord) that you may beare it +Vnder a cloake, that is of any length + + Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne? + Val. I my good Lord + + Duk. Then let me see thy cloake, +Ile get me one of such another length + + Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn (my Lord) + Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake? +I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me. +What Letter is this same? what's here? to Siluia? +And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding, +Ile be so bold to breake the seale for once. +My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly, +And slaues they are to me, that send them flying. +Oh, could their Master come, and goe as lightly, +Himselfe would lodge where (senceles) they are lying. +My Herald Thoughts, in thy pure bosome rest-them, +While I (their King) that thither them importune +Doe curse the grace, that with such grace hath blest them, +Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune. +I curse my selfe, for they are sent by me, +That they should harbour where their Lord should be. +What's here? Siluia, this night I will enfranchise thee. +'Tis so: and heere's the Ladder for the purpose. +Why Phaeton (for thou art Merops sonne) +Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car? +And with thy daring folly burne the world? +Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? +Goe base Intruder, ouer-weening Slaue, +Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates, +And thinke my patience, (more then thy desert) +Is priuiledge for thy departure hence. +Thanke me for this, more then for all the fauors +Which (all too-much) I haue bestowed on thee. +But if thou linger in my Territories +Longer then swiftest expedition +Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court, +By heauen, my wrath shall farre exceed the loue +I euer bore my daughter, or thy selfe. +Be gone, I will not heare thy vaine excuse, +But as thou lou'st thy life, make speed from hence + + Val. And why not death, rather then liuing torment? +To die, is to be banisht from my selfe, +And Siluia is my selfe: banish'd from her +Is selfe from selfe. A deadly banishment: +What light, is light, if Siluia be not seene? +What ioy is ioy, if Siluia be not by? +Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by +And feed vpon the shadow of perfection. +Except I be by Siluia in the night, +There is no musicke in the Nightingale. +Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day, +There is no day for me to looke vpon. +Shee is my essence, and I leaue to be; +If I be not by her faire influence +Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept aliue. +I flie not death, to flie his deadly doome, +Tarry I heere, I but attend on death, +But flie I hence, I flie away from life + + Pro. Run (boy) run, run, and seeke him out + + Lau. So-hough, Soa hough- + Pro. What seest thou? + Lau. Him we goe to finde, +There's not a haire on's head, but 'tis a Valentine + + Pro. Valentine? + Val. No + + Pro. Who then? his Spirit? + Val. Neither, + Pro. What then? + Val. Nothing + + Lau. Can nothing speake? Master, shall I strike? + Pro. Who wouldst thou strike? + Lau. Nothing + + Pro. Villaine, forbeare + + Lau. Why Sir, Ile strike nothing: I pray you + + Pro. Sirha, I say forbeare: friend Valentine, a word + + Val. My eares are stopt, & cannot hear good newes, +So much of bad already hath possest them + + Pro. Then in dumbe silence will I bury mine, +For they are harsh, vn-tuneable, and bad + + Val. Is Siluia dead? + Pro. No, Valentine + + Val. No Valentine indeed, for sacred Siluia, +Hath she forsworne me? + Pro. No, Valentine + + Val. No Valentine, if Siluia haue forsworne me. +What is your newes? + Lau. Sir, there is a proclamation, y you are vanished + + Pro. That thou art banish'd: oh that's the newes, +From hence, from Siluia, and from me thy friend + + Val. Oh, I haue fed vpon this woe already, +And now excesse of it will make me surfet. +Doth Siluia know that I am banish'd? + Pro. I, I: and she hath offered to the doome +(Which vn-reuerst stands in effectuall force) +A Sea of melting pearle, which some call teares; +Those at her fathers churlish feete she tenderd, +With them vpon her knees, her humble selfe, +Wringing her hands, whose whitenes so became them, +As if but now they waxed pale for woe: +But neither bended knees, pure hands held vp, +Sad sighes, deepe grones, nor siluer-shedding teares +Could penetrate her vncompassionate Sire; +But Valentine, if he be tane, must die. +Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so, +When she for thy repeale was suppliant, +That to close prison he commanded her, +With many bitter threats of biding there + + Val. No more: vnles the next word that thou speak'st +Haue some malignant power vpon my life: +If so: I pray thee breath it in mine eare, +As ending Antheme of my endlesse dolor + + Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not helpe, +And study helpe for that which thou lament'st, +Time is the Nurse, and breeder of all good; +Here, if thou stay, thou canst not see thy loue: +Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life: +Hope is a louers staffe, walke hence with that +And manage it, against despairing thoughts: +Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence, +Which, being writ to me, shall be deliuer'd +Euen in the milke-white bosome of thy Loue. +The time now serues not to expostulate, +Come, Ile conuey thee through the City-gate. +And ere I part with thee, confer at large +Of all that may concerne thy Loue-affaires: +As thou lou'st Siluia (though not for thy selfe) +Regard thy danger, and along with me + + Val. I pray thee Launce, and if thou seest my Boy +Bid him make haste, and meet me at the North-gate + + Pro. Goe sirha, finde him out: Come Valentine + + Val. Oh my deere Siluia; haplesse Valentine + + Launce. I am but a foole, looke you, and yet I haue +the wit to thinke my Master is a kinde of a knaue: but +that's all one, if he be but one knaue: He liues not now +that knowes me to be in loue, yet I am in loue, but a +Teeme of horse shall not plucke that from me: nor who +'tis I loue: and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I +will not tell my selfe: and yet 'tis a Milke-maid: yet 'tis +not a maid: for shee hath had Gossips: yet 'tis a maid, +for she is her Masters maid, and serues for wages. Shee +hath more qualities then a Water-Spaniell, which is +much in a bare Christian: Heere is the Catelog of her +Condition. Inprimis. Shee can fetch and carry: why +a horse can doe no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but +onely carry, therefore is shee better then a Iade. Item. +She can milke, looke you, a sweet vertue in a maid with +cleane hands + + Speed. How now Signior Launce? what newes with +your Mastership? + La. With my Mastership? why, it is at Sea: + Sp. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word: what +newes then in your paper? + La. The black'st newes that euer thou heard'st + + Sp. Why man? how blacke? + La. Why, as blacke as Inke + + Sp. Let me read them? + La. Fie on thee Iolt-head, thou canst not read + + Sp. Thou lyest: I can + + La. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot thee? + Sp. Marry, the son of my Grand-father + + La. Oh illiterate loyterer; it was the sonne of thy +Grand-mother: this proues that thou canst not read + + Sp. Come foole, come: try me in thy paper + + La. There: and S[aint]. Nicholas be thy speed + + Sp. Inprimis she can milke + + La. I that she can + + Sp. Item, she brewes good Ale + + La. And thereof comes the prouerbe: (Blessing of +your heart, you brew good Ale.) + Sp. Item, she can sowe + + La. That's as much as to say (Can she so?) + Sp. Item she can knit + + La. What neede a man care for a stock with a wench, +When she can knit him a stocke? + Sp. Item, she can wash and scoure + + La. A speciall vertue: for then shee neede not be +wash'd, and scowr'd + + Sp. Item, she can spin + + La. Then may I set the world on wheeles, when she +can spin for her liuing + + Sp. Item, she hath many namelesse vertues + + La. That's as much as to say Bastard-vertues: that +indeede know not their fathers; and therefore haue no +names + + Sp. Here follow her vices + + La. Close at the heeles of her vertues + + Sp. Item, shee is not to be fasting in respect of her +breath + + La. Well: that fault may be mended with a breakfast: +read on + + Sp. Item, she hath a sweet mouth + + La. That makes amends for her soure breath + + Sp. Item, she doth talke in her sleepe + + La. It's no matter for that; so shee sleepe not in her +talke + + Sp. Item, she is slow in words + + La. Oh villaine, that set this downe among her vices; +To be slow in words, is a womans onely vertue: +I pray thee out with't, and place it for her chiefe vertue + + Sp. Item, she is proud + + La. Out with that too: +It was Eues legacie, and cannot be t'ane from her + + Sp. Item, she hath no teeth + + La. I care not for that neither: because I loue crusts + + Sp. Item, she is curst + + La. Well: the best is, she hath no teeth to bite + + Sp. Item, she will often praise her liquor + + La. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, +I will; for good things should be praised + + Sp. Item, she is too liberall + + La. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ downe +she is slow of: of her purse, shee shall not, for that ile +keepe shut: Now, of another thing shee may, and that +cannot I helpe. Well, proceede + + Sp. Item, shee hath more haire then wit, and more +faults then haires, and more wealth then faults + + La. Stop there: Ile haue her: she was mine, and not +mine, twice or thrice in that last Article: rehearse that +once more + + Sp. Item, she hath more haire then wit + + La. More haire then wit: it may be ile proue it: The +couer of the salt, hides the salt, and therefore it is more +then the salt; the haire that couers the wit, is more +then the wit; for the greater hides the lesse: What's +next? + Sp. And more faults then haires + + La. That's monstrous: oh that that were out + + Sp. And more wealth then faults + + La. Why that word makes the faults gracious: +Well, ile haue her: and if it be a match, as nothing is +impossible + + Sp. What then? + La. Why then, will I tell thee, that thy Master staies +for thee at the North gate + + Sp. For me? + La. For thee? I, who art thou? he hath staid for a better +man then thee + + Sp. And must I goe to him? + La. Thou must run to him; for thou hast staid so long, +that going will scarce serue the turne + + Sp. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your loue +Letters + + La. Now will he be swing'd for reading my Letter; +An vnmannerly slaue, that will thrust himselfe into secrets: +Ile after, to reioyce in the boyes correctio[n]. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Secunda. + +Enter Duke, Thurio, Protheus. + + Du. Sir Thurio, feare not, but that she will loue you +Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight + + Th. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, +Forsworne my company, and rail'd at me, +That I am desperate of obtaining her + + Du. This weake impresse of Loue, is as a figure +Trenched in ice, which with an houres heate +Dissolues to water, and doth loose his forme. +A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, +And worthlesse Valentine shall be forgot. +How now sir Protheus, is your countriman +(According to our Proclamation) gon? + Pro. Gon, my good Lord + + Du. My daughter takes his going grieuously? + Pro. A little time (my Lord) will kill that griefe + + Du. So I beleeue: but Thurio thinkes not so: +Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, +(For thou hast showne some signe of good desert) +Makes me the better to confer with thee + + Pro. Longer then I proue loyall to your Grace, +Let me not liue, to looke vpon your Grace + + Du. Thou know'st how willingly, I would effect +The match betweene sir Thurio, and my daughter? + Pro. I doe my Lord + + Du. And also, I thinke, thou art not ignorant +How she opposes her against my will? + Pro. She did my Lord, when Valentine was here + + Du. I, and peruersly, she perseuers so: +What might we doe to make the girle forget +The loue of Valentine, and loue sir Thurio? + Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine, +With falsehood, cowardize, and poore discent: +Three things, that women highly hold in hate + + Du. I, but she'll thinke, that it is spoke in hate + + Pro. I, if his enemy deliuer it. +Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken +By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend + + Du. Then you must vndertake to slander him + + Pro. And that (my Lord) I shall be loath to doe: +'Tis an ill office for a Gentleman, +Especially against his very friend + + Du. Where your good word cannot aduantage him, +Your slander neuer can endamage him; +Therefore the office is indifferent, +Being intreated to it by your friend + + Pro. You haue preuail'd (my Lord) if I can doe it +By ought that I can speake in his dispraise, +She shall not long continue loue to him: +But say this weede her loue from Valentine, +It followes not that she will loue sir Thurio + + Th. Therefore, as you vnwinde her loue from him; +Least it should rauell, and be good to none, +You must prouide to bottome it on me: +Which must be done, by praising me as much +As you, in worth dispraise, sir Valentine + + Du. And Protheus, we dare trust you in this kinde, +Because we know (on Valentines report) +You are already loues firme votary, +And cannot soone reuolt, and change your minde. +Vpon this warrant, shall you haue accesse, +Where you, with Siluia, may conferre at large. +For she is lumpish, heauy, mellancholly, +And (for your friends sake) will be glad of you; +Where you may temper her, by your perswasion, +To hate yong Valentine, and loue my friend + + Pro. As much as I can doe, I will effect: +But you sir Thurio, are not sharpe enough: +You must lay Lime, to tangle her desires +By walefull Sonnets, whose composed Rimes +Should be full fraught with seruiceable vowes + + Du. I, much is the force of heauen-bred Poesie + + Pro. Say that vpon the altar of her beauty +You sacrifice your teares, your sighes, your heart: +Write till your inke be dry: and with your teares +Moist it againe: and frame some feeling line, +That may discouer such integrity: +For Orpheus Lute, was strung with Poets sinewes, +Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones; +Make Tygers tame, and huge Leuiathans +Forsake vnsounded deepes, to dance on Sands. +After your dire-lamenting Elegies, +Visit by night your Ladies chamber-window +With some sweet Consort; To their Instruments +Tune a deploring dumpe: the nights dead silence +Will well become such sweet complaining grieuance: +This, or else nothing, will inherit her + + Du. This discipline, showes thou hast bin in loue + + Th. And thy aduice, this night, ile put in practise: +Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giuer, +Let vs into the City presently +To sort some Gentlemen, well skil'd in Musicke. +I haue a Sonnet, that will serue the turne +To giue the on-set to thy good aduise + + Du. About it Gentlemen + + Pro. We'll wait vpon your Grace, till after Supper, +And afterward determine our proceedings + + Du. Euen now about it, I will pardon you. + +Exeunt. + + +Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima. + +Enter Valentine, Speed, and certaine Out-lawes. + + 1.Outl. Fellowes, stand fast: I see a passenger + + 2.Out. If there be ten, shrinke not, but down with 'em + + 3.Out. Stand sir, and throw vs that you haue about 'ye. +If not: we'll make you sit, and rifle you + + Sp. Sir we are vndone; these are the Villaines +That all the Trauailers doe feare so much + + Val. My friends + + 1.Out. That's not so, sir: we are your enemies + + 2.Out. Peace: we'll heare him + + 3.Out. I by my beard will we: for he is a proper man + + Val. Then know that I haue little wealth to loose; +A man I am, cross'd with aduersitie: +My riches, are these poore habiliments, +Of which, if you should here disfurnish me, +You take the sum and substance that I haue + + 2.Out. Whether trauell you? + Val. To Verona + + 1.Out. Whence came you? + Val. From Millaine + + 3.Out. Haue you long soiourn'd there? + Val. Some sixteene moneths, and longer might haue staid, +If crooked fortune had not thwarted me + + 1.Out. What, were you banish'd thence? + Val. I was + + 2.Out. For what offence? + Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse; +I kil'd a man, whose death I much repent, +But yet I slew him manfully, in fight, +Without false vantage, or base treachery + + 1.Out. Why nere repent it, if it were done so; +But were you banisht for so small a fault? + Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doome + + 2.Out. Haue you the Tongues? + Val. My youthfull trauaile, therein made me happy, +Or else I often had beene often miserable + + 3.Out. By the bare scalpe of Robin Hoods fat Fryer, +This fellow were a King, for our wilde faction + + 1.Out. We'll haue him: Sirs, a word + + Sp. Master, be one of them: +It's an honourable kinde of theeuery + + Val. Peace villaine + + 2.Out. Tell vs this: haue you any thing to take to? + Val. Nothing but my fortune + + 3.Out. Know then, that some of vs are Gentlemen, +Such as the fury of vngouern'd youth +Thrust from the company of awfull men. +My selfe was from Verona banished, +For practising to steale away a Lady, +And heire and Neece, alide vnto the Duke + + 2.Out. And I from Mantua, for a Gentleman, +Who, in my moode, I stab'd vnto the heart + + 1.Out. And I, for such like petty crimes as these. +But to the purpose: for we cite our faults, +That they may hold excus'd our lawlesse liues; +And partly seeing you are beautifide +With goodly shape; and by your owne report, +A Linguist, and a man of such perfection, +As we doe in our quality much want + + 2.Out. Indeede because you are a banish'd man, +Therefore, aboue the rest, we parley to you: +Are you content to be our Generall? +To make a vertue of necessity, +And liue as we doe in this wildernesse? + 3.Out. What saist thou? wilt thou be of our consort? +Say I, and be the captaine of vs all: +We'll doe thee homage, and be rul'd by thee, +Loue thee, as our Commander, and our King + + 1.Out. But if thou scorne our curtesie, thou dyest + + 2.Out. Thou shalt not liue, to brag what we haue offer'd + + Val. I take your offer, and will liue with you, +Prouided that you do no outrages +On silly women, or poore passengers + + 3.Out. No, we detest such vile base practises. +Come, goe with vs, we'll bring thee to our Crewes, +And show thee all the Treasure we haue got; +Which, with our selues, all rest at thy dispose. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Secunda. + +Enter Protheus, Thurio, Iulia, Host, Musitian, Siluia. + + Pro. Already haue I bin false to Valentine, +And now I must be as vniust to Thurio, +Vnder the colour of commending him, +I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer. +But Siluia is too faire, too true, too holy, +To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts; +When I protest true loyalty to her, +She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; +When to her beauty I commend my vowes, +She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne +In breaking faith with Iulia, whom I lou'd; +And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips, +The least whereof would quell a louers hope: +Yet (Spaniel-like) the more she spurnes my loue, +The more it growes, and fawneth on her still; +But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window, +And giue some euening Musique to her eare + + Th. How now, sir Protheus, are you crept before vs? + Pro. I gentle Thurio, for you know that loue +Will creepe in seruice, where it cannot goe + + Th. I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here + + Pro. Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence + + Th. Who, Siluia? + Pro. I, Siluia, for your sake + + Th. I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen +Let's tune: and too it lustily a while + + Ho. Now, my yong guest; me thinks your' allycholly; +I pray you why is it? + Iu. Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry + + Ho. Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where +you shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman that +you ask'd for + + Iu. But shall I heare him speake + + Ho. I that you shall + + Iu. That will be Musique + + Ho. Harke, harke + + Iu. Is he among these? + Ho. I: but peace, let's heare'm + + Song. Who is Siluia? what is she? +That all our Swaines commend her? +Holy, faire, and wise is she, +The heauen such grace did lend her, +that she might admired be. +Is she kinde as she is faire? +For beauty liues with kindnesse: +Loue doth to her eyes repaire, +To helpe him of his blindnesse: +And being help'd, inhabits there. +Then to Siluia, let vs sing, +That Siluia is excelling; +She excels each mortall thing +Vpon the dull earth dwelling. +To her let vs Garlands bring + + Ho. How now? are you sadder then you were before; +How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not + + Iu. You mistake: the Musitian likes me not + + Ho. Why, my pretty youth? + Iu. He plaies false (father.) + Ho. How, out of tune on the strings + + Iu. Not so: but yet +So false that he grieues my very heart-strings + + Ho. You haue a quicke eare + + Iu. I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart + + Ho. I perceiue you delight not in Musique + + Iu. Not a whit, when it iars so + + Ho. Harke, what fine change is in the Musique + + Iu. I: that change is the spight + + Ho. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing + + Iu. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing. +But Host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talke on, +Often resort vnto this Gentlewoman? + Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me, +He lou'd her out of all nicke + + Iu. Where is Launce? + Ho. Gone to seeke his dog, which to morrow, by his +Masters command, hee must carry for a present to his +Lady + + Iu. Peace, stand aside, the company parts + + Pro. Sir Thurio, feare not you, I will so pleade, +That you shall say, my cunning drift excels + + Th. Where meete we? + Pro. At Saint Gregories well + + Th. Farewell + + Pro. Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiship + + Sil. I thanke you for your Musique (Gentlemen) +Who is that that spake? + Pro. One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth, +You would quickly learne to know him by his voice + + Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it + + Pro. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant + + Sil. What's your will? + Pro. That I may compasse yours + + Sil. You haue your wish: my will is euen this, +That presently you hie you home to bed: +Thou subtile, periur'd, false, disloyall man: +Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse, +To be seduced by thy flattery, +That has't deceiu'd so many with thy vowes? +Returne, returne, and make thy loue amends: +For me (by this pale queene of night I sweare) +I am so farre from granting thy request, +That I despise thee, for thy wrongfull suite; +And by and by intend to chide my selfe, +Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee + + Pro. I grant (sweet loue) that I did loue a Lady, +But she is dead + + Iu. 'Twere false, if I should speake it; +For I am sure she is not buried + + Sil. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend +Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse) +I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd +To wrong him, with thy importunacy? + Pro. I likewise heare that Valentine is dead + + Sil. And so suppose am I; for in her graue +Assure thy selfe, my loue is buried + + Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth + + Sil. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence, +Or at the least, in hers, sepulcher thine + + Iul. He heard not that + + Pro. Madam: if your heart be so obdurate: +Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue, +The Picture that is hanging in your chamber: +To that ile speake, to that ile sigh and weepe: +For since the substance of your perfect selfe +Is else deuoted, I am but a shadow; +And to your shadow, will I make true loue + + Iul. If 'twere a substance you would sure deceiue it, +And make it but a shadow, as I am + + Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir; +But, since your falsehood shall become you well +To worship shadowes, and adore false shapes, +Send to me in the morning, and ile send it: +And so, good rest + + Pro. As wretches haue ore-night +That wait for execution in the morne + + Iul. Host, will you goe? + Ho. By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe + + Iul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus? + Ho. Marry, at my house: +Trust me, I thinke 'tis almost day + + Iul. Not so: but it hath bin the longest night +That ere I watch'd, and the most heauiest. + +Scoena Tertia. + +Enter Eglamore, Siluia. + + Eg. This is the houre that Madam Siluia +Entreated me to call, and know her minde: +Ther's some great matter she'ld employ me in. +Madam, Madam + + Sil. Who cals? + Eg. Your seruant, and your friend; +One that attends your Ladiships command + + Sil. Sir Eglamore, a thousand times good morrow + + Eg. As many (worthy Lady) to your selfe: +According to your Ladiships impose, +I am thus early come, to know what seruice +It is your pleasure to command me in + + Sil. Oh Eglamoure, thou art a Gentleman: +Thinke not I flatter (for I sweare I doe not) +Valiant, wise, remorse-full, well accomplish'd. +Thou art not ignorant what deere good will +I beare vnto the banish'd Valentine: +Nor how my father would enforce me marry +Vaine Thurio (whom my very soule abhor'd.) +Thy selfe hast lou'd, and I haue heard thee say +No griefe did euer come so neere thy heart, +As when thy Lady, and thy true-loue dide, +Vpon whose Graue thou vow'dst pure chastitie: +Sir Eglamoure: I would to Valentine +To Mantua, where I heare, he makes aboad; +And for the waies are dangerous to passe, +I doe desire thy worthy company, +Vpon whose faith and honor, I repose. +Vrge not my fathers anger (Eglamoure) +But thinke vpon my griefe (a Ladies griefe) +And on the iustice of my flying hence, +To keepe me from a most vnholy match, +Which heauen and fortune still rewards with plagues. +I doe desire thee, euen from a heart +As full of sorrowes, as the Sea of sands, +To beare me company, and goe with me: +If not, to hide what I haue said to thee, +That I may venture to depart alone + + Egl. Madam, I pitty much your grieuances, +Which, since I know they vertuously are plac'd, +I giue consent to goe along with you, +Wreaking as little what betideth me, +As much, I wish all good befortune you. +When will you goe? + Sil. This euening comming + + Eg. Where shall I meete you? + Sil. At Frier Patrickes Cell, +Where I intend holy Confession + + Eg. I will not faile your Ladiship: +Good morrow (gentle Lady.) + Sil. Good morrow, kinde Sir Eglamoure. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Quarta. + +Enter Launce, Protheus, Iulia, Siluia. + + Lau. When a mans seruant shall play the Curre with +him (looke you) it goes hard: one that I brought vp of +a puppy: one that I sau'd from drowning, when three or +foure of his blinde brothers and sisters went to it: I haue +taught him (euen as one would say precisely, thus I +would teach a dog) I was sent to deliuer him, as a present +to Mistris Siluia, from my Master; and I came no +sooner into the dyning-chamber, but he steps me to her +Trencher, and steales her Capons-leg: O, 'tis a foule +thing, when a Cur cannot keepe himselfe in all companies: +I would haue (as one should say) one that takes vpon +him to be a dog indeede, to be, as it were, a dog at all +things. If I had not had more wit then he, to take a fault +vpon me that he did, I thinke verily hee had bin hang'd +for't: sure as I liue he had suffer'd for't: you shall iudge: +Hee thrusts me himselfe into the company of three or +foure gentleman-like-dogs, vnder the Dukes table: hee +had not bin there (blesse the marke) a pissing while, but +all the chamber smelt him: out with the dog (saies one) +what cur is that (saies another) whip him out (saies the +third) hang him vp (saies the Duke.) I hauing bin acquainted +with the smell before, knew it was Crab; and +goes me to the fellow that whips the dogges: friend +(quoth I) you meane to whip the dog: I marry doe I +(quoth he) you doe him the more wrong (quoth I) 'twas +I did the thing you wot of: he makes me no more adoe, +but whips me out of the chamber: how many Masters +would doe this for his Seruant? nay, ile be sworne I haue +sat in the stockes, for puddings he hath stolne, otherwise +he had bin executed: I haue stood on the Pillorie for +Geese he hath kil'd, otherwise he had sufferd for't: thou +think'st not of this now: nay, I remember the tricke you +seru'd me, when I tooke my leaue of Madam Siluia: did +not I bid thee still marke me, and doe as I do; when did'st +thou see me heaue vp my leg, and make water against a +Gentlewomans farthingale? did'st thou euer see me doe +such a tricke? + Pro. Sebastian is thy name: I like thee well, +And will imploy thee in some seruice presently + + Iu. In what you please, ile doe what I can + + Pro. I hope thou wilt. +How now you whorson pezant, +Where haue you bin these two dayes loytering? + La. Marry Sir, I carried Mistris Siluia the dogge you +bad me + + Pro. And what saies she to my little Iewell? + La. Marry she saies your dog was a cur, and tels you +currish thanks is good enough for such a present + + Pro. But she receiu'd my dog? + La. No indeede did she not: +Here haue I brought him backe againe + + Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? + La. I Sir, the other Squirrill was stolne from me +By the Hangmans boyes in the market place, +And then I offer'd her mine owne, who is a dog +As big as ten of yours, & therefore the guift the greater + + Pro. Goe, get thee hence, and finde my dog againe, +Or nere returne againe into my sight. +Away, I say: stayest thou to vexe me here; +A Slaue, that still an end, turnes me to shame: +Sebastian, I haue entertained thee, +Partly that I haue neede of such a youth, +That can with some discretion doe my businesse: +For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish Lowt; +But chiefely, for thy face, and thy behauiour, +Which (if my Augury deceiue me not) +Witnesse good bringing vp, fortune, and truth: +Therefore know thee, for this I entertaine thee. +Go presently, and take this Ring with thee, +Deliuer it to Madam Siluia; +She lou'd me well, deliuer'd it to me + + Iul. It seemes you lou'd not her, not leaue her token: +She is dead belike? + Pro. Not so: I thinke she liues + + Iul. Alas + + Pro. Why do'st thou cry alas? + Iul. I cannot choose but pitty her + + Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pitty her? + Iul. Because, me thinkes that she lou'd you as well +As you doe loue your Lady Siluia: +She dreames on him, that has forgot her loue, +You doate on her, that cares not for your loue. +'Tis pitty Loue, should be so contrary: +And thinking on it, makes me cry alas + + Pro. Well: giue her that Ring, and therewithall +This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady, +I claime the promise for her heauenly Picture: +Your message done, hye home vnto my chamber, +Where thou shalt finde me sad, and solitarie + + Iul. How many women would doe such a message? +Alas poore Protheus, thou hast entertain'd +A Foxe, to be the Shepheard of thy Lambs; +Alas, poore foole, why doe I pitty him +That with his very heart despiseth me? +Because he loues her, he despiseth me, +Because I loue him, I must pitty him. +This Ring I gaue him, when he parted from me, +To binde him to remember my good will: +And now am I (vnhappy Messenger) +To plead for that, which I would not obtaine; +To carry that, which I would haue refus'd; +To praise his faith, which I would haue disprais'd. +I am my Masters true confirmed Loue, +But cannot be true seruant to my Master, +Vnlesse I proue false traitor to my selfe. +Yet will I woe for him, but yet so coldly, +As (heauen it knowes) I would not haue him speed. +Gentlewoman, good day: I pray you be my meane +To bring me where to speake with Madam Siluia + + Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? + Iul. If you be she, I doe intreat your patience +To heare me speake the message I am sent on + + Sil. From whom? + Iul. From my Master, Sir Protheus, Madam + + Sil. Oh: he sends you for a Picture? + Iul. I, Madam + + Sil. Vrsula, bring my Picture there, +Goe, giue your Master this: tell him from me, +One Iulia, that his changing thoughts forget +Would better fit his Chamber, then this Shadow + + Iul. Madam, please you peruse this Letter; +Pardon me (Madam) I haue vnaduis'd +Deliuer'd you a paper that I should not; +This is the Letter to your Ladiship + + Sil. I pray thee let me looke on that againe + + Iul. It may not be: good Madam pardon me + + Sil. There, hold: +I will not looke vpon your Masters lines: +I know they are stuft with protestations, +And full of new-found oathes, which he will breake +As easily, as I doe teare his paper + + Iul. Madam, he sends your Ladiship this Ring + + Sil. The more shame for him, that he sends it me; +For I haue heard him say a thousand times, +His Iulia gaue it him, at his departure: +Though his false finger haue prophan'd the Ring, +Mine shall not doe his Iulia so much wrong + + Iul. She thankes you + + Sil. What sai'st thou? + Iul. I thanke you Madam, that you tender her: +Poore Gentlewoman, my Master wrongs her much + + Sil. Do'st thou know her? + Iul. Almost as well as I doe know my selfe. +To thinke vpon her woes, I doe protest +That I haue wept a hundred seuerall times + + Sil. Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her? + Iul. I thinke she doth: and that's her cause of sorrow + + Sil. Is she not passing faire? + Iul. She hath bin fairer (Madam) then she is, +When she did thinke my Master lou'd her well; +She, in my iudgement, was as faire as you. +But since she did neglect her looking-glasse, +And threw her Sun-expelling Masque away, +The ayre hath staru'd the roses in her cheekes, +And pinch'd the lilly-tincture of her face, +That now she is become as blacke as I + + Sil. How tall was she? + Iul. About my stature: for at Pentecost, +When all our Pageants of delight were plaid, +Our youth got me to play the womans part, +And I was trim'd in Madam Iulias gowne, +Which serued me as fit, by all mens iudgements, +As if the garment had bin made for me: +Therefore I know she is about my height, +And at that time I made her weepe a good, +For I did play a lamentable part. +(Madam) 'twas Ariadne, passioning +For Thesus periury, and vniust flight; +Which I so liuely acted with my teares: +That my poore Mistris moued therewithall, +Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead, +If I in thought felt not her very sorrow + + Sil. She is beholding to thee (gentle youth) +Alas (poore Lady) desolate, and left; +I weepe my selfe to thinke vpon thy words: +Here youth: there is my purse; I giue thee this +For thy sweet Mistris sake, because thou lou'st her. Farewell + + Iul. And she shall thanke you for't, if ere you know her. +A vertuous gentlewoman, milde, and beautifull. +I hope my Masters suit will be but cold, +Since she respects my Mistris loue so much. +Alas, how loue can trifle with it selfe: +Here is her Picture: let me see, I thinke +If I had such a Tyre, this face of mine +Were full as louely, as is this of hers; +And yet the Painter flatter'd her a little, +Vnlesse I flatter with my selfe too much. +Her haire is Aburne, mine is perfect Yellow; +If that be all the difference in his loue, +Ile get me such a coulour'd Perrywig: +Her eyes are grey as glasse, and so are mine. +I, but her fore-head's low, and mine's as high: +What should it be that he respects in her, +But I can make respectiue in my selfe? +If this fond Loue, were not a blinded god. +Come shadow, come, and take this shadow vp, +For 'tis thy riuall: O thou sencelesse forme, +Thou shalt be worship'd, kiss'd, lou'd, and ador'd; +And were there sence in his Idolatry, +My substance should be statue in thy stead. +Ile vse thee kindly, for thy Mistris sake +That vs'd me so: or else by Ioue, I vow, +I should haue scratch'd out your vnseeing eyes, +To make my Master out of loue with thee. + +Exeunt. + + +Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima. + +Enter Eglamoure, Siluia. + + Egl. The Sun begins to guild the westerne skie, +And now it is about the very houre +That Siluia, at Fryer Patricks Cell should meet me, +She will not faile; for Louers breake not houres, +Vnlesse it be to come before their time, +So much they spur their expedition. +See where she comes: Lady a happy euening + + Sil. Amen, Amen: goe on (good Eglamoure) +Out at the Posterne by the Abbey wall; +I feare I am attended by some Spies + + Egl. Feare not: the Forrest is not three leagues off, +If we recouer that, we are sure enough. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Secunda. + +Enter Thurio, Protheus, Iulia, Duke. + + Th. Sir Protheus, what saies Siluia to my suit? + Pro. Oh Sir, I finde her milder then she was, +And yet she takes exceptions at your person + + Thu. What? that my leg is too long? + Pro. No, that it is too little + + Thu. Ile weare a Boote, to make it somewhat rounder + + Pro. But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes + + Thu. What saies she to my face? + Pro. She saies it is a faire one + + Thu. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke + + Pro. But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is, +Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes + + Thu. 'Tis true, such Pearles as put out Ladies eyes, +For I had rather winke, then looke on them + + Thu. How likes she my discourse? + Pro. Ill, when you talke of war + + Thu. But well, when I discourse of loue and peace + + Iul. But better indeede, when you hold you peace + + Thu. What sayes she to my valour? + Pro. Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that + + Iul. She needes not, when she knowes it cowardize + + Thu. What saies she to my birth? + Pro. That you are well deriu'd + + Iul. True: from a Gentleman, to a foole + + Thu. Considers she my Possessions? + Pro. Oh, I: and pitties them + + Thu. Wherefore? + Iul. That such an Asse should owe them + + Pro. That they are out by Lease + + Iul. Here comes the Duke + + Du. How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio? +Which of you saw Eglamoure of late? + Thu. Not I + + Pro. Nor I + + Du. Saw you my daughter? + Pro. Neither + + Du. Why then +She's fled vnto that pezant, Valentine; +And Eglamoure is in her Company: +'Tis true: for Frier Laurence met them both +As he, in pennance wander'd through the Forrest: +Him he knew well: and guesd that it was she, +But being mask'd, he was not sure of it. +Besides she did intend Confession +At Patricks Cell this euen, and there she was not. +These likelihoods confirme her flight from hence; +Therefore I pray you stand, not to discourse, +But mount you presently, and meete with me +Vpon the rising of the Mountaine foote +That leads toward Mantua, whether they are fled: +Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me + + Thu. Why this it is, to be a peeuish Girle, +That flies her fortune when it followes her: +Ile after; more to be reueng'd on Eglamoure, +Then for the loue of reck-lesse Siluia + + Pro. And I will follow, more for Siluias loue +Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her + + Iul. And I will follow, more to crosse that loue +Then hate for Siluia, that is gone for loue. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Tertia. + + +Siluia, Outlawes. + + 1.Out. Come, come be patient: +We must bring you to our Captaine + + Sil. A thousand more mischances then this one +Haue learn'd me how to brooke this patiently + + 2 Out. Come, bring her away + + 1 Out. Where is the Gentleman that was with her? + 3 Out. Being nimble footed, he hath out-run vs. +But Moyses and Valerius follow him: +Goe thou with her to the West end of the wood, +There is our Captaine: Wee'll follow him that's fled, +The Thicket is beset, he cannot scape + + 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our Captains caue. +Feare not: he beares an honourable minde, +And will not vse a woman lawlesly + + Sil. O Valentine: this I endure for thee. + +Exeunt. + + +Scoena Quarta. + +Enter Valentine, Protheus, Siluia, Iulia, Duke, Thurio, Outlawes. + + Val. How vse doth breed a habit in a man? +This shadowy desart, vnfrequented woods +I better brooke then flourishing peopled Townes: +Here can I sit alone, vn-seene of any, +And to the Nightingales complaining Notes +Tune my distresses, and record my woes. +O thou that dost inhabit in my brest, +Leaue not the Mansion so long Tenant-lesse, +Lest growing ruinous, the building fall, +And leaue no memory of what it was, +Repaire me, with thy presence, Siluia: +Thou gentle Nimph, cherish thy forlorne swaine. +What hallowing, and what stir is this to day? +These are my mates, that make their wills their Law, +Haue some vnhappy passenger in chace; +They loue me well: yet I haue much to doe +To keepe them from vnciuill outrages. +Withdraw thee Valentine: who's this comes heere? + Pro. Madam, this seruice I haue done for you +(Though you respect not aught your seruant doth) +To hazard life, and reskew you from him, +That would haue forc'd your honour, and your loue, +Vouchsafe me for my meed, but one faire looke: +(A smaller boone then this I cannot beg, +And lesse then this, I am sure you cannot giue.) + Val. How like a dreame is this? I see, and heare: +Loue, lend me patience to forbeare a while + + Sil. O miserable, vnhappy that I am + + Pro. Vnhappy were you (Madam) ere I came: +But by my comming, I haue made you happy + + Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most vnhappy + + Iul. And me, when he approcheth to your presence + + Sil. Had I beene ceazed by a hungry Lion, +I would haue beene a breakfast to the Beast, +Rather then haue false Protheus reskue me: +Oh heauen be iudge how I loue Valentine, +Whose life's as tender to me as my soule, +And full as much (for more there cannot be) +I doe detest false periur'd Protheus: +Therefore be gone, sollicit me no more + + Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death +Would I not vndergoe, for one calme looke: +Oh 'tis the curse in Loue, and still approu'd +When women cannot loue, where they're belou'd + + Sil. When Protheus cannot loue, where he's belou'd: +Read ouer Iulia's heart, (thy first best Loue) +For whose deare sake, thou didst then rend thy faith +Into a thousand oathes; and all those oathes, +Descended into periury, to loue me, +Thou hast no faith left now, vnlesse thou'dst two, +And that's farre worse then none: better haue none +Then plurall faith, which is too much by one: +Thou Counterfeyt, to thy true friend + + Pro. In Loue, +Who respects friend? + Sil. All men but Protheus + + Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of mouing words +Can no way change you to a milder forme; +Ile wooe you like a Souldier, at armes end, +And loue you 'gainst the nature of Loue: force ye + + Sil. Oh heauen + + Pro. Ile force thee yeeld to my desire + + Val. Ruffian: let goe that rude vnciuill touch, +Thou friend of an ill fashion + + Pro. Valentine + + Val. Thou co[m]mon friend, that's without faith or loue, +For such is a friend now: treacherous man, +Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye +Could haue perswaded me: now I dare not say +I haue one friend aliue; thou wouldst disproue me: +Who should be trusted, when ones right hand +Is periured to the bosome? Protheus +I am sorry I must neuer trust thee more, +But count the world a stranger for thy sake: +The priuate wound is deepest: oh time, most accurst. +'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst? + Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me: +Forgiue me Valentine: if hearty sorrow +Be a sufficient Ransome for offence, +I tender't heere: I doe as truely suffer, +As ere I did commit + + Val. Then I am paid: +And once againe, I doe receiue thee honest; +Who by Repentance is not satisfied, +Is nor of heauen, nor earth; for these are pleas'd: +By Penitence th' Eternalls wrath's appeas'd: +And that my loue may appeare plaine and free, +All that was mine, in Siluia, I giue thee + + Iul. Oh me vnhappy + + Pro. Looke to the Boy + + Val. Why, Boy? +Why wag: how now? what's the matter? look vp: speak + + Iul. O good sir, my master charg'd me to deliuer a ring +to Madam Siluia: w (out of my neglect) was neuer done + + Pro. Where is that ring? boy? + Iul. Heere 'tis: this is it + + Pro. How? let me see. +Why this is the ring I gaue to Iulia + + Iul. Oh, cry you mercy sir, I haue mistooke: +This is the ring you sent to Siluia + + Pro. But how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart +I gaue this vnto Iulia + + Iul. And Iulia her selfe did giue it me, +And Iulia her selfe hath brought it hither + + Pro. How? Iulia? + Iul. Behold her, that gaue ayme to all thy oathes, +And entertain'd 'em deepely in her heart. +How oft hast thou with periury cleft the roote? +Oh Protheus, let this habit make thee blush. +Be thou asham'd that I haue tooke vpon me, +Such an immodest rayment; if shame liue +In a disguise of loue? +It is the lesser blot modesty findes, +Women to change their shapes, then men their minds + + Pro. Then men their minds? tis true: oh heuen, were man +But Constant, he were perfect; that one error +Fils him with faults: makes him run through all th' sins; +Inconstancy falls-off, ere it begins: +What is in Siluia's face, but I may spie +More fresh in Iulia's, with a constant eye? + Val. Come, come: a hand from either: +Let me be blest to make this happy close: +'Twere pitty two such friends should be long foes + + Pro. Beare witnes (heauen) I haue my wish for euer + + Iul. And I mine + + Outl. A prize: a prize: a prize + + Val. Forbeare, forbeare I say: It is my Lord the Duke. +Your Grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, +Banished Valentine + + Duke. Sir Valentine? + Thu. Yonder is Siluia: and Siluia's mine + + Val. Thurio giue backe; or else embrace thy death: +Come not within the measure of my wrath: +Doe not name Siluia thine: if once againe, +Verona shall not hold thee: heere she stands, +Take but possession of her, with a Touch: +I dare thee, but to breath vpon my Loue + + Thur. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I: +I hold him but a foole that will endanger +His Body, for a Girle that loues him not: +I claime her not, and therefore she is thine + + Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou +To make such meanes for her, as thou hast done, +And leaue her on such slight conditions. +Now, by the honor of my Ancestry, +I doe applaud thy spirit, Valentine, +And thinke thee worthy of an Empresse loue: +Know then, I heere forget all former greefes, +Cancell all grudge, repeale thee home againe, +Plead a new state in thy vn-riual'd merit, +To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine, +Thou art a Gentleman, and well deriu'd, +Take thou thy Siluia, for thou hast deseru'd her + + Val. I thank your Grace, y gift hath made me happy: +I now beseech you (for your daughters sake) +To grant one Boone that I shall aske of you + + Duke. I grant it (for thine owne) what ere it be + + Val. These banish'd men, that I haue kept withall, +Are men endu'd with worthy qualities: +Forgiue them what they haue committed here, +And let them be recall'd from their Exile: +They are reformed, ciuill, full of good, +And fit for great employment (worthy Lord.) + Duke. Thou hast preuaild, I pardon them and thee: +Dispose of them, as thou knowst their deserts. +Come, let vs goe, we will include all iarres, +With Triumphes, Mirth, and rare solemnity + + Val. And as we walke along, I dare be bold +With our discourse, to make your Grace to smile. +What thinke you of this Page (my Lord?) + Duke. I think the Boy hath grace in him, he blushes + + Val. I warrant you (my Lord) more grace, then Boy + + Duke. What meane you by that saying? + Val. Please you, Ile tell you, as we passe along, +That you will wonder what hath fortuned: +Come Protheus, 'tis your pennance, but to heare +The story of your Loues discouered. +That done, our day of marriage shall be yours, +One Feast, one house, one mutuall happinesse. + +Exeunt. + + +The names of all the Actors. + + Duke: Father to Siluia. + Valentine. + Protheus. the two Gentlemen. + Anthonio: father to Protheus. + Thurio: a foolish riuall to Valentine. + Eglamoure: Agent for Siluia in her escape. + Host: where Iulia lodges. + Outlawes with Valentine. + Speed: a clownish seruant to Valentine. + Launce: the like to Protheus. + Panthion: seruant to Antonio. + + Iulia: beloued of Protheus. + Siluia: beloued of Valentine. + Lucetta: waighting-woman to Iulia. + +FINIS. + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2236 *** |