Val. Call her divine. Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills, And I must minister the like to you. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Then let her alone. [own, Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, [marriage-hour, Pro. I will. [Exit Valentine. Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Is it mine, or Valentine's praise, Her true perfection, or my false transgression, SCENE V.-The same. A street. Enter Speed and Launce severally. [Exit. Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say 'Welcome!' Speed. Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with Madam Julia? Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. Speed. But shall she marry him? Launce. No. Speed. How then? shall he marry her? Speed. What, are they broken? Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. [them? Speed. Why, then, how stands the matter with Launce. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. [not. Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me. Speed. What thou sayest? Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. [one. Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all Speed. But tell me true, will 't be a match? Launce. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. Speed. The conclusion is then that it will. Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. Speed. Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest thou, that my master is become a notable Launce. I never knew him otherwise. [lover? Speed. Than how? me. [to be. Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest [thy master. Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. Speed. Why? Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go? [Exeunt. Speed. At thy service. The Duke's palace. SCENE VI.- The same. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; Love bade me swear and Love bids me forswear. To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. But there I leave to love where I should love. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; Milan! If I lose them, thus find I by their loss For Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia. I to myself am dearer than a friend, And Silvia-witness Heaven, that made her fair!— I will forget that Julia is alive, I cannot now prove constant to myself, SCENE VII.— Verona. Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me; And even in kind love I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engraved, To lesson me and tell me some good mean How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus. Luc. Alas, the way is wearisome and long! Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. [food? Luc. Better forbear till Proteus make return. Jul. O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's Pity the dearth that I have pined in, By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire, But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Then let me go and hinder not my course: I'll be as patient as a gentle stream Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Of greater time than I shall show to be. [breeches? Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your Jul. That fits as well as 'Tell me, good my lord, What compass will you wear your farthingale?' Why even what fashion thou best likest, Lucetta. Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam. Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd. Luc. A round hose, madam, now 's not worth a Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on. [pin, Jul. Lucetta, as thou lovest me, let me have What thou thinkest meet and is most mannerly. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me For undertaking so unstaid a journey? · I fear me, it will make me scandalized. Luc. If you think so, then stay at home and go not. Jul. Nay, that I will not. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. If Proteus like your journey when you come, No matter who's displeased when you are gone: I fear me, he will scarce be pleased withal." Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men. Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Luc. Pray heaven he prove so, when you come to him! [wrong Jul. Now, as thou lovest me, do him not that To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Only deserve my love by loving him; And presently go with me to my chamber, To take a note of what I stand in need of, To furnish me upon my longing journey. All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, My goods, my lands, my reputation; Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence. Come, answer not, but to it presently! I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt. ACT SCENE I.- Milan. The Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit Thu. Now, tell me, Proteus, what 's your will with me. Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would disThe law of friendship bids me to conceal: [cover But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that III. Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, I know you have determined to bestow her Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Being unprevented, to your timeless grave. Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Which to requite, command me while I live, This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply when they have judged me fast asleep, And oftentimes have purposed to forbid Sir Valentine her company and my court: But fearing lest my jealous aim might err And so unworthily disgrace the man, A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd, I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find That which thyself hast now disclosed to me. And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this, Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, The key whereof myself have ever kept; And thence she cannot be convey'd away. Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean How he her chamber-window will ascend And with a corded ladder fetch her down; For which the youthful lover now is gone And this way comes he with it presently; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly That my discovery be not aimed at; For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence. Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming. [Exit. Enter Valentine. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them. Duke. Be they of much import? Val. The tenour of them doth but signify My health and happy being at your court. Duke. Nay then, no matter; stay with me awhile; I am to break with thee of some affairs That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee that I have 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 Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words: If she do frown, 't is not in hate of you, Val. Why, then, I would resort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept That no man hath recourse to her by night. [safe, Val. What lets but one may enter at her window? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life. Val. Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords, To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it. Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. [that. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me Duke. This very night; for Love is like a child, That longs for everything that he can come by. Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone: How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak that is of any length. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Val. Ay, my good lord. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: I'll get me one of such another length. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'! And here an engine fit for my proceeding. I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. 'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, And slaves they are to me that send them flying: O, could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying! My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; While I, their king, that hither them importune, Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them, Because myself do want my servants' fortune: I curse myself, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour where their lord would What 's here? [be.' 'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.' 'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Why, Phaethon,- for thou art Merops' son,Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car And with thy daring folly burn the world? Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? Go, base intruder! overweening slave! Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates, And think my patience, more than thy desert, Is privilege for thy departure hence: Thank me for this more than for all the favours Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee. But if thou linger in my territories Longer than swiftest expedition Will give thee time to leave our royal court, By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter or thyself. Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse; But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive. Enter Proteus and Launce. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Pro. What seest thou? Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love; Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life. Hope is a lover's staff; walk 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 deliver'd Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love. The time now serves not to expostulate: Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate; And, ere I part with thee, confer at large Of all that may concern thy love-affairs. As thou lovest Silvia, though not for thyself, Regard thy danger, and along with me! Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate. Pro. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Val. O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine! [Exeunt Val. and Pro. Launce. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave: but that 's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love; yet [boy, Launce. Him we go to find: there's not a hair I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck on's head but 't is a Valentine. [news! Pro. That thou art banished-O, that's the From hence, from Silvia and from me thy friend. Val. O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banished? Pro. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom- With many bitter threats of biding there. [speak'st that from me; nor who 't is I love; and yet 't is a woman; but what woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 't is a milkmaid; yet 't is not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 't is a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel; which is much in a bare Christian. [Pulling out a paper.] Here is the cate-log of her condition. Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. Item: She can milk;' look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. Enter Speed. เ Launce. I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather. Launce. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read. Speed. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper. Launce. There; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed! Speed. [Reads] Imprimis: She can milk.' Launce. Ay, that she can. 6 Speed. Item: She brews good ale.' Launce. And thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.' Speed. Item: She can sew.' Launce. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Speed. Item: She can knit.' Launce. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock? Speed. Item: She can wash and scour.' Launce. A special virtue; for then she need not be washed and scoured. Speed. Item: She can spin.' Launce. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. Speed. Item: She hath many nameless virtues.' Launce. That's as much as to say, bastard vir tues; that, indeed, know not their fathers and there- A little time will melt her frozen thoughts fore have no names. Speed. 'Here follow her vices.' Launce. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. Item: She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath.' Launce. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on. 6 Speed. Item: She hath a sweet mouth.' Speed. Item: She is slow in words.' Launce. O villain, that set this down among her Speed. Item: She hath no teeth.' [crusts. เ Launce. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item: She will often praise her liquor.' Launce. If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised. Speed. Item: She is too liberal.' Launce. Of her tongue she cannot, for that 's writ down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. Speed. Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.' Launce. Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. Speed. Item: She hath more hair than wit,'Launce. More hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. The cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less. What's next? Speed. And more faults than hairs,'— Launce. That's monstrous: O, that that were out! Speed. And more wealth than faults.' Launce. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I'll have her: and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible,— Speed. What then? And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace Let me not live to look upon your grace. Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. Pro. I do, my lord. Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it Launce. Why, then will I tell thee-that thy You are already Love's firm votary Launce. For thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee. Speed. And must I go to him? Launce. Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love-letters! [Exit. Launce. Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. [Exit. The Duke's palace. . SCENE II.- The same. Enter Duke and Thurio. Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure [kind, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Pro. As much as I can do, I will effect: Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy. Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty Visit by night your lady's chamber-window |