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In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
When no man was his own.
Alon. Give me your hands:

That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:

[To Fer. and Mir. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy!

Gon. Be't so! Amen!

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain Acknowledge mine.

amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir! here are more of us.
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown: - Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king, and company; the next, our ship,—
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, -
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.
Ari. Sir, all this service
Have I done, since I went.
Pro. My tricksy spirit!



Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger:- Say, how came you hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

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Set Caliban and his companions free! Untie the spell!-[Exit Ariel.]


Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should

Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? -
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Ste. O touch me not! I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing, as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to Caliban.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely!

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

Pro. Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it!

Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin.
Pro.Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, Inot doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle. And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd,
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

How fares my gra-And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel!— chick, —
That is thy charge; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! - [Aside.]- Please you
draw near!

cious sir?

There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and
TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha!

What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say, if they be true!-This mis-shapen knave,His mother was a witch; and one so strong



Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own;
Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Orsent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands!
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,

Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unlesss I be reliev'd by prayer;

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Persons of the Dram a.

DUKE OF MILAN, father to Silvia.

PROTEUS gentlemen of Verona.

ANTONIO, father to Proteus.

THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.

EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia, in her escape. SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine. LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.

SCENE,Sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

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SCENE I. An open place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEus. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus! Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin.

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,

When 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 bead's-man, Valentine!

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success!
Pro. Upon some book, I'll 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.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swom the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots! Fal. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.

Pro. What?

Val. To be

In love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks,
With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment'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,

Or 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: And he, that is so yoked by a fool,

Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free!

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.


JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.

SILVIA, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. LUCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians.

Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. 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; blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And 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.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no! now let us take our leave.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here, in absence of thy friend;
And I lik ewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan !
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell!
[Exit Valentine.

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.

"Speed. 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,
An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I

wake 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.

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Pro. 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 fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd 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? gav'st thou my letter to Julia?

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 a store of


Speed. 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.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. 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? did she nod?
Speed. I.

[Speed nods.

Pro. Ned, I? why, that's noddy. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I.

Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains!

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, Iperceive, Imust be fain to bear with



Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; nothing but 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?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once delivered.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains! What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her? Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones! for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains!
To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd
me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters
yourself! and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck;
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore: -
I must go send some better messenger;
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post: [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's house.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen,

That every day with parle encounter me,

In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my mind,

According to my shallow simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour?
Luc. 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?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam! 'tis a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus,
Jul. Your reason?

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of many good I think him best.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. 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 mov'd me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Luc. Fire that is closest 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!
Jul. To Julia, Say, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will shew.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from

He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Did 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,
And 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 you be gone?


Luc. That you may ruminate. Jul. 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 fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view? Since 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 atesty babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! How 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, And ask remission for my folly past:What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Luc. I would it were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is't you took up

So gingerly?

Luc. Nothing.


Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then ?

SCENE IJI. — The same. A room in Antonio's Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.

house. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Enter Antonio and PantaixO. Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Jul. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns ! Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Unless it have a false interpreter.

Ant. Why, what of him?
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : Would suffer him to spend his youth at home;
Give me a note : your ladyship can set.

While other men, of slender reputation,
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Put forth their sons, to seek preferment out:
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

Some, to discover islands far away; Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Some, to the studious universities. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. For any, or for all these exercises, Jul. And why not you?

He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
Luc. I cannot reach so high.

And did request me, to impórtane you,'
Jul. Let's see your song ! - How now, minion? To let him spend his time no more at home,
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Which would be great impeachment to his age,
And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune,

In having known no travel in his youth.
Jul. You do not?

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.

Whereon this month I have been hammering. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

I have considered well his loss of time,
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And how he cannot be a perfect man,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. And perfected by the swift course of time:
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Here is a coil with protestation. - (Tears the letter. How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Go, get yon gone; and let the papers lie!

Attends the emperor in his royal court. You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Ant. I know it well. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him pleas'd

thither: To be so anger'd with another letter.

(Exit. There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, O hateful hands, to tear such loving words !

And be in eye of every exercise, Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: l'll kiss each several paper for amends.

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, And here is writ --- kind Julia; - unkind Julia! The execution of it shall make known; As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Even with the speediest execution I throw thy name against the bruising stones,

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, Look, here is writ - love-wounded Proteus : With other gentlemen of good esteem, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,

Are journeying to salute the emperor, Shall lodgethee, will thy wound be throughly heal'd; and to commend their service to his will. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

Ant. Good company! with them shall Proteus go : But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And, in good time, - now will we break with him. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,

Enter PROTEUS Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: And throw it thence into the raging sea !

0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, - To seal our happiness with their consents ! Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus

O heavenly Julia! To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away;

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? And yet I will not, sith so prettily

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two He couples it to his complaining names;

Of commendation sent from Valentine, Thus will I fold them one upon another;

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news! Re-enter LUCETTA.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. How happily he lives, how well beloved,
Jul. Well, let us go!

And daily graced by the emperor;
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telltales here? Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will,
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. And not depending on his friendly wish.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish:
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; Muse not, that I thus suddenly proceed;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.

For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (Exeunt. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time

With Valentinus in the emperor's court;


What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

To-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!

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.
Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? thee.

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No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pant.
Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to shew 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 love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shews all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Re-enter PANTHINO.

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you;
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go!
Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords thereto;
And yet a thousand times it answers no.



SCENEI.-Milan. An apartment in the Duke's palace.


Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but


Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!

Ah 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?

Speed. 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?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a lovesong, like a Robin-redbreast; to walk alone,like one that hath the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her 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 walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my


Val. Are all these things perceived in me?
Speed. They are all perceived without you.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you; nay, that's certain, 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 urinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. 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.

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 fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. 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 lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see 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 had the lights they were wont to have, 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.

Val. 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.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. I would you were set; so your affection would


Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.

Speed. 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.


Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her. [Aside.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousandgood-morrows. Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners. [Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him. [Aside. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship.

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,
Please you command, a thousand times as much :
And yet,

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it: - and yet I care not;

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