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Which to requite, command me while I live.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep ;
And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid
Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
But, fearing lest my jealous aim' might err,
And so ui worthily 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 disclos'd 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 devis'd 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.

[Erit Enter VALENTINE. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast ? Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger

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That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Be they of much import?

Va.. The tenor of them doth but signify My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while : 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 Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him ? Duke. No, trust me : she is peevish, sullen, from

ward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father :
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her childlike duty,
I now am full resolv'd to take a wife,
And turn her out to who will take her in :
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower ;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in

this?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence :
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor.

IVhere for whereas, often used by old writers.

(For long agone I have forgot to court;
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd,)
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con.

tents her :
Send her another ; never give her o'er ;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you :
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For “get you gone,” she doth not mean “away;"
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Duke. But she I mean is promis'd by her friends
Unto a youthful gentlemen of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

Val. Why, then I would resort to her by night.
Dukr. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and key3

kept safe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.

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 clinb it Without apparent hazard of his life.

· That is, hinders.

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. Val. When would you use it ? pray, sir, tell me

that. Duke. This very night ; for Love is like a child, That longs for every thing 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 tc break the seal for once. [Reads.

“My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;

And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: 0! could their master come and go as lightly,

Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest thern;

While I, their king, that thither 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 should be.” What's here? “Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee." 'Tis so ; and here's the ladder for the purpose. Why, Phaëton, (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 ex['use; But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence

[Erit Duke Val. And why not death, rather than living tor

ment?
To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Is self from self; a deadly banishment !
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by ?
Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection."

& That is, because.
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

“Animum pictura pascit inani.” Virgil.

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