Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to him! Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth; To take a note of what I stand in need of, ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's | Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. palace. Enter Duke, THURIO, and PROTEUS. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that, which I would discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal : Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, 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 tenor of them doth but signify I am to break with thee of some affairs, Val. I know it well, my lord; and sure, the match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentle man 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, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; duty, I now am full resolved to take a wife, 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, Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind, mind. Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best Send her another; never give her o'er; Unto a youthful gentleman of worth; That no man hath recourse to her by night. Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, Under a cloak, that is of any length. I cloak ? 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! My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them ; Because myself do want my servants' fortune: Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee: Go, base intruder! over-weening slave! Val. And why not death, rather than living To die, is to be banish'd from myself; Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the If I be not by her fair influence turn? . Val. Ay, my good lord. Duke. Then let me see thy cloak; I'll get me one of such another length. Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE. Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Laun. So-ho! so-ho! Pro. What seest thou? And study help for that, which thou lament'st. Laun. Him we go to find: there's not a hair And manage it against despairing thoughts. on's head, but 'tis a Valentine. Pro. Valentine? Val. No. Pro. Who then? his spirit? Val. Neither. Pro. What then? Val. Nothing. Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence; Laun. Can nothing speak? master, shall I strike? As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself, Laun. Nothing. Pro. Villain, forbear. Laun. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you, Pro. Sirrah, I say, forbear :-Friend Valentine, a word. Val. My ears are stopp'd, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possess'd them. Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia!— Hath she forsworn me? Pro. No, Valentine. Val. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me! What is your news? Laun. Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vanish'd. Pro. That thou art banished, O, that's the news; 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, (Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force,) A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears: Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd; With them, upon her knees, her humble self; Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe:. Have some malignant power upon my life: Regard thy danger, and along with me. Val. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy, 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 Valentine and Proteus. Laun. I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to think, my master is a kind of knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now, that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who 'tis I love, and yet 'tis a woman: but that woman, I will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milk-maid: yet 'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet 'tis 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. Here is the cat-log [Pulling out a paper of her conditions. 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. Speed. Imprimis, She can milk. Speed. Item, She brews good ale. Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale. Speed. Item, She can sew. Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so? Laun. What need a man care for a stock with Speed. Item, She can spin. Laun. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. Speed. Item, She hath many nameless virtues. Laun. That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that, indeed, know not their fathers, and therefore have no names. Speed. Here follow her vices. Laun. Close at the heels of her virtues. Speed. Item, She is not to be kissed fasting, in respect of her breath. Laun. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on. Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth. Speed. Item, She is slow in words. Laun. O villain, that set this down among her viees! To be slow in words, is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't; and place it for her chief virtue. Speed. Item, She is proud. Speed. What then? Laun. Why, then I will tell thee,-that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. Speed. For me? Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man than thee. Speed. And must I go to him? Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn. Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your love-letters! [Exit. Laun. 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. SCENE II.-The same. palace. [Exit. A room in the Duke's Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind. love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most, Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure Laun. Out with that too; it was Eve's lega- Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. cy, and cannot be taken from her. Speed. Item, She hath no teeth. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, Laun. I care not for that neither, because I How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman, love crusts. Speed. Item, She is curst. Laun. Well; the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Speed. Item, She will often praise her liquor. Laun. 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. Laun. 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 I cannot help. Well, proceed. Speed. Item, She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Laun. 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,Laun. 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 According to our proclamation, gone? Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously. Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent; Three things that women highly hold in hate. Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate. Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must, with circumstance, be spoken By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend. Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him. Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do: 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman; Especially, against his very friend. Duke. Where your good word cannot advan- Your slander never can endamage him; Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it, By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from Lest it should ravel, and be good to none, Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind; Because we know, on Valentine's report, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. SCENE I-A forest, near Mantua. Enter certain Outlaws. To hate young Valentine, and love my friend. Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty Visit by night your lady's chamber window With some sweet concert: to their instruments Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grie ACT IV. |