THETWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.ACT I.I. 1Scene I.Verona. An open place.EnterValentineandProteus.Val.Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.Were’t not affection chains thy tender daysTo the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,5I rather would entreat thy companyTo see the wonders of the world abroad,Than, living dully sluggardized at home,Wear out thy youthwithshapeless idleness.But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein,10Even as I would, when I to love begin.Pro.Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seestSome rare note-worthy object in thy travel:Wish me partaker in thy happiness,15When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,If ever danger do environ thee,Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.Val.And on a love-book pray formysuccess?20Pro.Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee.Val.That’s on some shallow story of deep love:How young Leander cross’d the Hellespont.Pro.That’s a deep story of a deeper love;For he was more than over shoes in love.I. 1.25Val.’Tis true;foryou are over boots in love,And yet you never swum the Hellespont.Pro.Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.Val.No, I will not, for it bootstheenot.Pro.What?Val.To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;30Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; onefadingmoment’s mirthWith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;If lost, why then a grievous labour won;However, but a folly bought with wit,35Or else a wit by folly vanquished.Pro.So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.Val.So, by your circumstance, I fear you’ll prove.Pro.’Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.Val.Love is your master, for he masters you:40And he that is so yoked by a fool,Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.Pro.Yet writers say, as in the sweetest budThe eating canker dwells, so eating loveInhabits in the finest wits of all.45Val.And writers say, as the most forward budIs eaten by the canker ere it blow,Even so by love the young and tender witIs turn’d to folly;blastingin the bud,Losing his verdure even in the prime,I. 1.50And all the fair effects of future hopes.But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,That art a votary to fond desire?Once more adieu! my father at the roadExpects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.55Pro.And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.Val.Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.ToMilan let me hear from thee by lettersOf thy success in love, and what news elseBetideth here in absence of thy friend;60And I likewise will visit thee with mine.Pro.All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!Val.As much to you at home! and so, farewell.Exit.Pro.He after honour hunts, I after love:He leaves his friends to dignify them more;65Ileavemyself, my friends, and all, for love.Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,War with good counsel, set the world at nought;Madewit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.EnterSpeed.70Speed.Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?Pro.But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.Speed.Twenty to one, then, he is shipp’d already,And I have play’d the sheep in losing him.Pro.Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,I. 1.75An if the shepherd be awhile away.Speed.You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, and Iasheep?Pro.I do.Speed.Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I80wake or sleep.Pro.A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.Speed.This proves me still a sheep.Pro.True; and thy master a shepherd.Speed.Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.85Pro.It shall go hard but I’ll prove it by another.Speed.The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.Pro.The sheep for fodderfollowthe shepherd; the90shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.Speed.Such another proof will make me cry ‘baa.’Pro.But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to95Julia?Speed.Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.Pro.Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons.I. 1.100Speed.If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.Pro.Nay: in that you are astray, ’twere best pound you.Speed.Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.105Pro.You mistake; I mean the pound,—apinfold.Speed.From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,’Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.Pro.But what said she?Speed.[First nodding] Ay.110Pro.Nod—Ay—why, that’s noddy.Speed.You mistook, sir; Isay, she did nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, ‘Ay.’Pro.And that set together is noddy.Speed.Now you have taken the pains to set it together,115take it for your pains.Pro.No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.Speed.Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.Pro.Why, sir, how do you bear with me?Speed.Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing120but the word ‘noddy’ for my pains.Pro.Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.Speed.And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.Pro.Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she?I. 1.125Speed.Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be bothat oncedelivered.Pro.Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?Speed.Truly, sir, I think you’ll hardly win her.Pro.Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?130Speed.Sir, I could perceive nothing at allfrom her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me thatbroughtyour mind, I fear she’ll prove as hard to you in tellingyourmind. Give her no token but stones; for she’s as hard as steel.135Pro.What said she? nothing?Speed.No, not so muchas ‘Take this for thy pains.’ To testify your bounty, I thank you, you havetesternedme; in requital whereof,henceforthcarry yourlettersyourself: and so, sir, I’ll commend you to my master.140Pro.Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,Which cannot perish having thee aboard,Being destined to a drier death on shore.Exit Speed.I must go send some better messenger:I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,145Receiving them from such a worthless post.Exit.I. 2Scene II.The same.Garden ofJulia’shouse.EnterJuliaandLucetta.Jul.But say, Lucetta,now we arealone,Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?Luc.Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.Jul.Of all the fair resort of gentlemen5That every day withparleencounter me,In thy opinion which is worthiest love?Luc.Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mindAccording to my shallow simple skill.Jul.What think’st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?10Luc.As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;But, were I you, he never should be mine.Jul.What think’st thou of the rich Mercatio?Luc.Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.Jul.What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus?15Luc.Lord, Lord! to see what follyreignsin us!Jul.How now! what means this passion at his name?Luc.Pardon, dear madam: ’tis a passing shameThat I, unworthy body as Iam,Shouldcensure thus on lovely gentlemen.20Jul.Why not on Proteus, asofall the rest?Luc.Then thus,—of many good I think him best.Jul.Your reason?Luc.I have no other but a woman’s reason;I think him so, because I think him so.I. 2.25Jul.And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?Luc.Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.Jul.Why, he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.Luc.Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.Jul.His little speaking shows his love but small.30Luc.Fire that’sclosest kept burns most of all.Jul.They do not love that do not show their love.Luc.O, they love least that let men know their love.Jul.I would I knew his mind.Luc.Peruse this paper, madam.35Jul.‘To Julia.’—Say, from whom?Luc.That the contents will show.Jul.Say, say, who gave it thee?Luc.Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.He would have given it you; but I,being in the way,40Did in your name receive it:pardon the fault, I pray.Jul.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,45And you an officer fit for the place.There, take the paper: see it be return’d;Or else return no more into my sight.Luc.To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.Jul.Will ye be gone?Luc.That you may ruminate.Exit.I. 2.50Jul.And yet I would I had o’erlook’d the letter:It were a shame to call her back again,And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.What a foolis she, that knows I am a maid,And would not force the letter to my view!55Since maids, in modesty, say ’no’ to thatWhich they would have the profferer construe ‘ay.’Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!60How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,When willingly I would have had her here!How angerly I taught my brow to frown,When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!My penance is, to call Lucetta back,65And ask remission for my folly past.What, ho! Lucetta!Re-enterLucetta.Luc.What would your ladyship?Jul.Is’t neardinner-time?Luc.I would it were;That you might kill your stomach on your meat,And not upon your maid.70Jul.What is’t that you took up so gingerly?Luc.Nothing.Jul.Why didst thou stoop, then?Luc.To take a paper up that I let fall.Jul.And is that paper nothing?I. 2.75Luc.Nothing concerning me.Jul.Then let it lie for those that it concerns.Luc.Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,Unless it have a false interpreter.Jul.Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.80Luc.That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.Give me a note: your ladyship canset.Jul.—As little by such toys as may be possible.Best sing it to the tune of ‘Lighto’ love.’Luc.It is too heavy for so light a tune.85Jul.Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then?Luc.Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.Jul.And why not you?Luc.I cannot reach so high.Jul.Let’s see your song.How now, minion!Luc.Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:90And yet methinks I do not like this tune.Jul.You do not?Luc.No, madam; it is too sharp.Jul.You, minion, are too saucy.Luc.Nay, now you are too flat,And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:95There wanteth but a mean to fillyoursong.Jul.The mean is drown’d with your unruly bass.Luc.Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.Jul.This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.Here is a coil with protestation!Tears the letter.I. 2.100Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:You would be fingering them, to anger me.Luc.She makes it strange; but she would bebest pleasedTo be so anger’d with another letter.Exit.Jul.Nay, would I were so anger’d with the same!105O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.’ Unkind Julia!110As in revenge of thy ingratitude,I throw thy name against the bruising stones,Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.And here is writ ‘love-wounded Proteus.’Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,115Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d;And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.But twice or thrice was ‘Proteus’ written down.Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,Till I have found each letter in the letter,120Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bearUnto a ragged,fearful-hangingrock,And throw it thence into the raging sea!Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,‘Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,I. 2.125To the sweet Julia’:—that I’ll tear away.—And yet I will not, sith so prettilyHe couples it to his complaining names.Thus will I fold them one upon another:Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.Re-enterLucetta.130Luc.Madam,Dinner isready, and your father stays.Jul.Well, let us go.Luc.What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?Jul.If you respect them, best to take them up.135Luc.Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.Jul.I see you have a month’s mindto them.Luc.Ay, madam, you maysay what sights you see;I see things too, although you judge I wink.140Jul.Come, come; will’t please you go?Exeunt.I. 3Scene III.The same.Antonio’shouse.EnterAntonioandPanthino.Ant.Tell me,Panthino, what sad talk was thatWherewith my brother held you in the cloister?Pan.’Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.Ant.Why, what of him?Pan.He wonder’d that your lordship5Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,While other men, of slender reputation,Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;Some to discover islands far away;10Some to the studious universities.For any, or for all these exercises,He said that Proteus your son was meet;And did request me to importune youTo let him spend his time no more at home,15Which would be great impeachment to his age,In having known no travel in his youth.Ant.Nor need’st thou much importune me to thatWhereon this month I have been hammering.I have consider’d well his loss of time,20And how he cannot be a perfect man,Not being triedandtutor’d in the world:Experience is by industry achieved,And perfected by the swift course of time.Then, tell me,whitherwere I best to send him?I. 3.25Pan.I think your lordship is not ignorantHow his companion, youthful Valentine,Attends the emperor in his royal court.Ant.I know it well.Pan.’Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:30There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,And be in eye of every exerciseWorthy his youth and nobleness of birth.Ant.I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:35And that thou mayst perceive how well I like itThe execution of it shall make known.Even with the speediest expeditionI will dispatch him to the emperor’s court.Pan.To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,40With other gentlemen of good esteem,Are journeying to salute the emperor,And to commend their service to his will.Ant.Good company; with them shall Proteus go:And, in good time!now will we break with him.EnterProteus.45Pro.Sweet love! sweet lines!sweet life!Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;Here is her oath for love, her honour’s pawn.O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,Toseal our happiness with their consents!I. 3.50O heavenly Julia!Ant.How now! what letter are you reading there?Pro.May’t please your lordship, ’tis a word or twoOf commendations sent from Valentine,Deliver’d by a friend that came from him.55Ant.Lend me the letter; let me see what news.Pro.There is no news, my lord; but that he writesHow happily he lives, how well beloved,And daily graced by the emperor;Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.60Ant.And how stand you affected to his wish?Pro.As one relying on your lordship’s will,And not depending on his friendly wish.Ant.My will is something sorted with his wish.Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;65For what I will, I will, andtherean end.I am resolved that thou shalt spend some timeWithValentinusin the emperor’s court:What maintenance he from his friends receives,Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.70To-morrow be in readiness to go:Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.Pro.My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:Please you, deliberate a day or two.Ant.Look, what thou want’st shall be sent after thee:I. 3.75No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ’dTo hasten on his expedition.Exeunt Ant. and Pan.Pro.Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,And drench’d me in the sea, where I am drown’d.80I fear’d to show my father Julia’s letter,Lest he should take exceptions to my love;And with the vantage of mine own excuseHath he excepted most against my love.O, how this spring of loveresembleth85The uncertain glory of an April day,Which now shows all the beauty of thesun,And by and by a cloud takes all away!Re-enterPanthino.Pan.Sir Proteus, yourfathercalls for you:He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.90Pro.Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,And yet a thousand times it answers ‘no.’Exeunt.ACT II.II. 1Scene I.Milan. TheDuke’sPalace.EnterValentineandSpeed.Speed.Sir, your glove.Val.Not mine; my gloves are on.Speed.Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.Val.Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it’s mine:Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!5Ah, Silvia, Silvia!Speed.Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!Val.How now, sirrah?Speed.She is not within hearing, sir.Val.Why, sir, who bade you call her?10Speed.Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.Val.Well, you’ll still be too forward.Speed.And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.Val.Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?Speed.She that your worship loves?15Val.Why, how know you that I am in love?Speed.Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one thathadthe pestilence; to sigh, like a20school-boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that hadburiedher grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walkII. 1.25like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and nowyou aremetamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.Val.Are all these things perceived in me?30Speed.They are all perceived without ye.Val.Without me? they cannot.Speed.Without you?nay, that’s certain, for, without you were so simple, none elsewould: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine35through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.Val.But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?Speed.She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?Val.Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean.40Speed.Why, sir, I know her not.Val.Dost thou know her bymygazing on her, and yet knowest her not?Speed.Is she not hard-favoured, sir?Val.Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.45Speed.Sir, I know that well enough.Val.What dost thou know?Speed.That she is not so fair as, of you, well favoured.Val.I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.II. 1.50Speed.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 fair, that no man counts of her beauty.55Val.How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.Speed.You never saw her since she was deformed.Val.How long hath she been deformed?Speed.Ever since you loved her.Val.I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I60see her beautiful.Speed.If you love her, you cannot see her.Val.Why?Speed.Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to65have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!Val.What should I see then?Speed.Your own present folly, and her passing deformity:for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.70Val.Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.Speed.True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.II. 1.75Val.In conclusion, I stand affected to her.Speed.I would you wereset, so your affection would cease.Val.Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.80Speed.And have you?Val.I have.Speed.Are they not lamely writ?Val.No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace! here she comes.85Speed.[Aside]O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.EnterSilvia.Val.Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.Speed.[Aside]O, give ye good even! here’s a million of manners.90Sil.Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.Speed.[Aside]He should give her interest, and she gives it him.
Val.Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.Were’t not affection chains thy tender daysTo the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,5I rather would entreat thy companyTo see the wonders of the world abroad,Than, living dully sluggardized at home,Wear out thy youthwithshapeless idleness.But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein,10Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Val.Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were’t not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,
5I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youthwithshapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein,
10
Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Pro.Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seestSome rare note-worthy object in thy travel:Wish me partaker in thy happiness,15When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,If ever danger do environ thee,Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
Pro.Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest
Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:
Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
15When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
Val.And on a love-book pray formysuccess?
20Pro.Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee.
Val.That’s on some shallow story of deep love:How young Leander cross’d the Hellespont.
Val.That’s on some shallow story of deep love:
How young Leander cross’d the Hellespont.
Pro.That’s a deep story of a deeper love;For he was more than over shoes in love.
Pro.That’s a deep story of a deeper love;
For he was more than over shoes in love.
I. 1.25Val.’Tis true;foryou are over boots in love,And yet you never swum the Hellespont.
I. 1.25Val.’Tis true;foryou are over boots in love,
And yet you never swum the Hellespont.
Pro.Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val.No, I will not, for it bootstheenot.
Pro.
What?
Val.To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;30Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; onefadingmoment’s mirthWith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;If lost, why then a grievous labour won;However, but a folly bought with wit,35Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Val.To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
30Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; onefadingmoment’s mirth
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
35Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro.So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val.So, by your circumstance, I fear you’ll prove.
Pro.’Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.
Val.Love is your master, for he masters you:40And he that is so yoked by a fool,Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Val.Love is your master, for he masters you:
40And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro.Yet writers say, as in the sweetest budThe eating canker dwells, so eating loveInhabits in the finest wits of all.
Pro.Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
45Val.And writers say, as the most forward budIs eaten by the canker ere it blow,Even so by love the young and tender witIs turn’d to folly;blastingin the bud,Losing his verdure even in the prime,I. 1.50And all the fair effects of future hopes.But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,That art a votary to fond desire?Once more adieu! my father at the roadExpects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.
45Val.And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn’d to folly;blastingin the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
I. 1.50And all the fair effects of future hopes.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire?
Once more adieu! my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.
55Pro.And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val.Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.ToMilan let me hear from thee by lettersOf thy success in love, and what news elseBetideth here in absence of thy friend;60And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Val.Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
ToMilan let me hear from thee by letters
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
60And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro.All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val.As much to you at home! and so, farewell.Exit.
Pro.He after honour hunts, I after love:He leaves his friends to dignify them more;65Ileavemyself, my friends, and all, for love.Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,War with good counsel, set the world at nought;Madewit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Pro.He after honour hunts, I after love:
He leaves his friends to dignify them more;
65Ileavemyself, my friends, and all, for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Madewit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
70Speed.Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?
Pro.But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.
Speed.Twenty to one, then, he is shipp’d already,And I have play’d the sheep in losing him.
Speed.Twenty to one, then, he is shipp’d already,
And I have play’d the sheep in losing him.
Pro.Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,I. 1.75An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Pro.Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
I. 1.75An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Speed.You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, and Iasheep?
Pro.I do.
Speed.Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I80wake or sleep.
Pro.A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed.This proves me still a sheep.
Pro.True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed.Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
85Pro.It shall go hard but I’ll prove it by another.
Speed.The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.
Pro.The sheep for fodderfollowthe shepherd; the90shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.
Speed.Such another proof will make me cry ‘baa.’
Pro.But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to95Julia?
Speed.Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro.Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
I. 1.100Speed.If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro.Nay: in that you are astray, ’twere best pound you.
Speed.Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
105Pro.You mistake; I mean the pound,—apinfold.
Speed.From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,’Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Speed.From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
’Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Pro.But what said she?
Speed.[First nodding] Ay.
110Pro.Nod—Ay—why, that’s noddy.
Speed.You mistook, sir; Isay, she did nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, ‘Ay.’
Pro.And that set together is noddy.
Speed.Now you have taken the pains to set it together,115take it for your pains.
Pro.No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed.Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.
Pro.Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Speed.Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing120but the word ‘noddy’ for my pains.
Pro.Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed.And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.
Pro.Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she?
I. 1.125Speed.Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be bothat oncedelivered.
Pro.Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?
Speed.Truly, sir, I think you’ll hardly win her.
Pro.Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?
130Speed.Sir, I could perceive nothing at allfrom her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me thatbroughtyour mind, I fear she’ll prove as hard to you in tellingyourmind. Give her no token but stones; for she’s as hard as steel.
135Pro.What said she? nothing?
Speed.No, not so muchas ‘Take this for thy pains.’ To testify your bounty, I thank you, you havetesternedme; in requital whereof,henceforthcarry yourlettersyourself: and so, sir, I’ll commend you to my master.
140Pro.Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,Which cannot perish having thee aboard,Being destined to a drier death on shore.Exit Speed.I must go send some better messenger:I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,145Receiving them from such a worthless post.Exit.
140Pro.Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore.Exit Speed.
I must go send some better messenger:
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
145Receiving them from such a worthless post.Exit.
Jul.But say, Lucetta,now we arealone,Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?
Jul.But say, Lucetta,now we arealone,
Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?
Luc.Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul.Of all the fair resort of gentlemen5That every day withparleencounter me,In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Jul.Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
5That every day withparleencounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Luc.Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mindAccording to my shallow simple skill.
Luc.Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mind
According to my shallow simple skill.
Jul.What think’st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
10Luc.As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;But, were I you, he never should be mine.
10Luc.As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Jul.What think’st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Luc.Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.
Jul.What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus?
15Luc.Lord, Lord! to see what follyreignsin us!
Jul.How now! what means this passion at his name?
Luc.Pardon, dear madam: ’tis a passing shameThat I, unworthy body as Iam,Shouldcensure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Luc.Pardon, dear madam: ’tis a passing shame
That I, unworthy body as Iam,
Shouldcensure thus on lovely gentlemen.
20Jul.Why not on Proteus, asofall the rest?
Luc.Then thus,—of many good I think him best.
Jul.Your reason?
Luc.I have no other but a woman’s reason;I think him so, because I think him so.
Luc.I have no other but a woman’s reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
I. 2.25Jul.And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Luc.Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul.Why, he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.
Luc.Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul.His little speaking shows his love but small.
30Luc.Fire that’sclosest kept burns most of all.
Jul.They do not love that do not show their love.
Luc.O, they love least that let men know their love.
Jul.I would I knew his mind.
Luc.Peruse this paper, madam.
35Jul.‘To Julia.’—Say, from whom?
Luc.That the contents will show.
Jul.Say, say, who gave it thee?
Luc.Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.He would have given it you; but I,being in the way,40Did in your name receive it:pardon the fault, I pray.
Luc.Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.
He would have given it you; but I,being in the way,
40Did in your name receive it:pardon the fault, I pray.
Jul.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,45And you an officer fit for the place.There, take the paper: see it be return’d;Or else return no more into my sight.
Jul.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,
45And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper: see it be return’d;
Or else return no more into my sight.
Luc.To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul.Will ye be gone?
Luc.
That you may ruminate.Exit.
I. 2.50Jul.And yet I would I had o’erlook’d the letter:It were a shame to call her back again,And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.What a foolis she, that knows I am a maid,And would not force the letter to my view!55Since maids, in modesty, say ’no’ to thatWhich they would have the profferer construe ‘ay.’Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!60How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,When willingly I would have had her here!How angerly I taught my brow to frown,When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!My penance is, to call Lucetta back,65And ask remission for my folly past.What, ho! Lucetta!
I. 2.50Jul.And yet I would I had o’erlook’d the letter:
It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
What a foolis she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view!
55Since maids, in modesty, say ’no’ to that
Which they would have the profferer construe ‘ay.’
Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
60How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
65And ask remission for my folly past.
What, ho! Lucetta!
Luc.
What would your ladyship?
Jul.Is’t neardinner-time?
Luc.I would it were;That you might kill your stomach on your meat,And not upon your maid.
Luc.
I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
And not upon your maid.
70Jul.What is’t that you took up so gingerly?
Luc.Nothing.
Jul.Why didst thou stoop, then?
Luc.To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul.And is that paper nothing?
I. 2.75Luc.Nothing concerning me.
Jul.Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Luc.Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,Unless it have a false interpreter.
Luc.Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul.Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
80Luc.That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.Give me a note: your ladyship canset.
80Luc.That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.
Give me a note: your ladyship canset.
Jul.—As little by such toys as may be possible.Best sing it to the tune of ‘Lighto’ love.’
Jul.—As little by such toys as may be possible.
Best sing it to the tune of ‘Lighto’ love.’
Luc.It is too heavy for so light a tune.
85Jul.Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then?
Luc.Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Jul.And why not you?
Luc.
I cannot reach so high.
Jul.Let’s see your song.How now, minion!
Luc.Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:90And yet methinks I do not like this tune.
Luc.Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
90And yet methinks I do not like this tune.
Jul.You do not?
Luc.
No, madam; it is too sharp.
Jul.You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc.Nay, now you are too flat,And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:95There wanteth but a mean to fillyoursong.
Luc.Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
95There wanteth but a mean to fillyoursong.
Jul.The mean is drown’d with your unruly bass.
Luc.Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul.This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.Here is a coil with protestation!Tears the letter.I. 2.100Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Jul.This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation!Tears the letter.
I. 2.100Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc.She makes it strange; but she would bebest pleasedTo be so anger’d with another letter.Exit.
Luc.She makes it strange; but she would bebest pleased
To be so anger’d with another letter.Exit.
Jul.Nay, would I were so anger’d with the same!105O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.’ Unkind Julia!110As in revenge of thy ingratitude,I throw thy name against the bruising stones,Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.And here is writ ‘love-wounded Proteus.’Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,115Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d;And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.But twice or thrice was ‘Proteus’ written down.Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,Till I have found each letter in the letter,120Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bearUnto a ragged,fearful-hangingrock,And throw it thence into the raging sea!Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,‘Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,I. 2.125To the sweet Julia’:—that I’ll tear away.—And yet I will not, sith so prettilyHe couples it to his complaining names.Thus will I fold them one upon another:Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Jul.Nay, would I were so anger’d with the same!
105O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.
Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.’ Unkind Julia!
110As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ ‘love-wounded Proteus.’
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
115Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice or thrice was ‘Proteus’ written down.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
120Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged,fearful-hangingrock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,
‘Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
I. 2.125To the sweet Julia’:—that I’ll tear away.—
And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names.
Thus will I fold them one upon another:
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
130Luc.Madam,Dinner isready, and your father stays.
130Luc.Madam,
Dinner isready, and your father stays.
Jul.Well, let us go.
Luc.What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?
Jul.If you respect them, best to take them up.
135Luc.Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
135Luc.Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul.I see you have a month’s mindto them.
Luc.Ay, madam, you maysay what sights you see;I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Luc.Ay, madam, you maysay what sights you see;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.
140Jul.Come, come; will’t please you go?Exeunt.
Ant.Tell me,Panthino, what sad talk was thatWherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Ant.Tell me,Panthino, what sad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pan.’Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Ant.Why, what of him?
Pan.He wonder’d that your lordship5Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,While other men, of slender reputation,Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;Some to discover islands far away;10Some to the studious universities.For any, or for all these exercises,He said that Proteus your son was meet;And did request me to importune youTo let him spend his time no more at home,15Which would be great impeachment to his age,In having known no travel in his youth.
Pan.
He wonder’d that your lordship
5Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some to discover islands far away;
10Some to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said that Proteus your son was meet;
And did request me to importune you
To let him spend his time no more at home,
15Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.
Ant.Nor need’st thou much importune me to thatWhereon this month I have been hammering.I have consider’d well his loss of time,20And how he cannot be a perfect man,Not being triedandtutor’d in the world:Experience is by industry achieved,And perfected by the swift course of time.Then, tell me,whitherwere I best to send him?
Ant.Nor need’st thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider’d well his loss of time,
20And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being triedandtutor’d in the world:
Experience is by industry achieved,
And perfected by the swift course of time.
Then, tell me,whitherwere I best to send him?
I. 3.25Pan.I think your lordship is not ignorantHow his companion, youthful Valentine,Attends the emperor in his royal court.
I. 3.25Pan.I think your lordship is not ignorant
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant.I know it well.
Pan.’Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:30There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,And be in eye of every exerciseWorthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Pan.’Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
30There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant.I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:35And that thou mayst perceive how well I like itThe execution of it shall make known.Even with the speediest expeditionI will dispatch him to the emperor’s court.
Ant.I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:
35And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it
The execution of it shall make known.
Even with the speediest expedition
I will dispatch him to the emperor’s court.
Pan.To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,40With other gentlemen of good esteem,Are journeying to salute the emperor,And to commend their service to his will.
Pan.To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
40With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to commend their service to his will.
Ant.Good company; with them shall Proteus go:And, in good time!now will we break with him.
Ant.Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
And, in good time!now will we break with him.
45Pro.Sweet love! sweet lines!sweet life!Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;Here is her oath for love, her honour’s pawn.O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,Toseal our happiness with their consents!I. 3.50O heavenly Julia!
45Pro.Sweet love! sweet lines!sweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour’s pawn.
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
Toseal our happiness with their consents!
I. 3.50O heavenly Julia!
Ant.How now! what letter are you reading there?
Pro.May’t please your lordship, ’tis a word or twoOf commendations sent from Valentine,Deliver’d by a friend that came from him.
Pro.May’t please your lordship, ’tis a word or two
Of commendations sent from Valentine,
Deliver’d by a friend that came from him.
55Ant.Lend me the letter; let me see what news.
Pro.There is no news, my lord; but that he writesHow happily he lives, how well beloved,And daily graced by the emperor;Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Pro.There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well beloved,
And daily graced by the emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
60Ant.And how stand you affected to his wish?
Pro.As one relying on your lordship’s will,And not depending on his friendly wish.
Pro.As one relying on your lordship’s will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant.My will is something sorted with his wish.Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;65For what I will, I will, andtherean end.I am resolved that thou shalt spend some timeWithValentinusin the emperor’s court:What maintenance he from his friends receives,Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.70To-morrow be in readiness to go:Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Ant.My will is something sorted with his wish.
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
65For what I will, I will, andtherean end.
I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
WithValentinusin the emperor’s court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
70To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Pro.My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Pro.My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Ant.Look, what thou want’st shall be sent after thee:I. 3.75No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ’dTo hasten on his expedition.Exeunt Ant. and Pan.
Ant.Look, what thou want’st shall be sent after thee:
I. 3.75No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.
Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ’d
To hasten on his expedition.Exeunt Ant. and Pan.
Pro.Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,And drench’d me in the sea, where I am drown’d.80I fear’d to show my father Julia’s letter,Lest he should take exceptions to my love;And with the vantage of mine own excuseHath he excepted most against my love.O, how this spring of loveresembleth85The uncertain glory of an April day,Which now shows all the beauty of thesun,And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Pro.Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,
And drench’d me in the sea, where I am drown’d.
80I fear’d to show my father Julia’s letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of loveresembleth
85
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of thesun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Pan.Sir Proteus, yourfathercalls for you:He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Pan.Sir Proteus, yourfathercalls for you:
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
90Pro.Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,And yet a thousand times it answers ‘no.’Exeunt.
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Pro.Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thousand times it answers ‘no.’Exeunt.
Speed.Sir, your glove.
Val.
Not mine; my gloves are on.
Speed.Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.
Val.Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it’s mine:Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!5Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
Val.Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it’s mine:
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
5Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
Speed.Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
Val.How now, sirrah?
Speed.She is not within hearing, sir.
Val.Why, sir, who bade you call her?
10Speed.Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
Val.Well, you’ll still be too forward.
Speed.And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
Val.Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
Speed.She that your worship loves?
15Val.Why, how know you that I am in love?
Speed.Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one thathadthe pestilence; to sigh, like a20school-boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that hadburiedher grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walkII. 1.25like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and nowyou aremetamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
Val.Are all these things perceived in me?
30Speed.They are all perceived without ye.
Val.Without me? they cannot.
Speed.Without you?nay, that’s certain, for, without you were so simple, none elsewould: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine35through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val.But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Speed.She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?
Val.Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean.
40Speed.Why, sir, I know her not.
Val.Dost thou know her bymygazing on her, and yet knowest her not?
Speed.Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
Val.Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.
45Speed.Sir, I know that well enough.
Val.What dost thou know?
Speed.That she is not so fair as, of you, well favoured.
Val.I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
II. 1.50Speed.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 fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
55Val.How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed.You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val.How long hath she been deformed?
Speed.Ever since you loved her.
Val.I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I60see her beautiful.
Speed.If you love her, you cannot see her.
Val.Why?
Speed.Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to65have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val.What should I see then?
Speed.Your own present folly, and her passing deformity:for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
70Val.Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed.True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
II. 1.75Val.In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed.I would you wereset, so your affection would cease.
Val.Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
80Speed.And have you?
Val.I have.
Speed.Are they not lamely writ?
Val.No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace! here she comes.
85Speed.[Aside]O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.
Val.Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
Speed.[Aside]O, give ye good even! here’s a million of manners.
90Sil.Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed.[Aside]He should give her interest, and she gives it him.