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Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?-. I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me!— What letter is this same? What's here?- To Silvia? And here an engine fit for my proceeding! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly; And slaves they are to me, that send them flying: O, could their master come and go as lightly, Himself would lodge, where senseless they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; While I, their king, that thither them impórtune, Do curse the grace, that with such grace hath bless'd them,

Because myself do want my servants' fortune: Icurse myself, for they are sent by me,

That they should harbour where their lord should be. What's here?

Silvia, this night I willenfranchise thee:

'Tis so, and here's the ladder for the purpose. -
Why, Phaeton, (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! over-weening 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

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Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love,
I ever bore my daughter, or thyself.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence!
[Exit Duke.
Val. And why not death, rather than living torment?
To die, is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her,
Is selffrom 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.
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no musick in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.


Pro. Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out!
Laun. So-ho! so-ho!

Pro. What seest thou?

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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:

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of 'biding there.

Val. No more! unless the next word, that thou speak'st,

Have some malignant power upon my life.
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour!

Pro. Cease to lament for that, thou canst not help,
And study help for that, which thou lament'st!
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that,
And manage it against despairing thoughts!
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate:
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Of all, that may concern thy love-affairs.
As thou lov❜st Silvia, though not for thyself,
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 what 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!

Enter SPEED.

Speed How now, signior Launce? what news with your mastership?

Laun. With my master's ship? why, it is at sca.
Speed. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word.
What news then in your paper?

Laun. The blackest news that ever thou heard'st.
Speed. Why, man, how black?
Laun. Why, as black as ink.
Speed. Let me read them!

Laun. Fye on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.
Speed. Thou liest, I can.

Laun. I will try thee: Tell me this: Who begot thee?
Speed. Marry, the son of my grandfather.
Laun. O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy
grandmother: this proves, that thou canst not read.
Speed. Come, fool, come, try me in thy paper!
Laun. There; and saint Nicholas be thy speed!
Speed. Imprimis, She can milk.

Laun. Ay, that she can.

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 that covers the wit, is more, than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next?

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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

Laun. And thereof comes the proverb,-Blessing of long, that going will scarce serve the turn.

Speed. Item, She brews good ale.

your heart, you brew good ale.

Speed. Item, She can sew.

Laun. That's as much as to say, Can she so?

Speed. Item, She can knit.

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


Laun. What need a man care for a stock with a secrets! - I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. wench, when she can knit him a stock? Speed. Item, She can wash and scour.

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The same. Aroom in the Duke's palace.

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


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 break

fast. Read on!

Speed. Item, She hath a sweet mouth.

Laun. That makes amends for her sour breath.
Speed. Item, She doth talk in her sleep.

Enter DUKE and THURIO; PROTEUS behind.
Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you,
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Pro. Gone, my good lord.

Duke. My daughter takes his going grievously.
Pro. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

Laun. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.— talk.

Speed. Item, She is slow in words.

Laun. O villain, that set this down among her vices! 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.

Laun. Out with that too! It was Eve's legacy, and cannot be taken from her.

Speed. Item She hath no teeth.

Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.
Pro. Longer, than I prove loyal to your grace,
Let me not live to look upon your grace!
Duke. Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect
The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord.

Duke. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant,

Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love How she opposes her against my will.


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.

Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persévers so.
What might we do, to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
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.

1 Out. That's not so, sir; we are your enemies. 2 Out. Peace! we'll hear him.

Duke. Where your good word cannot advantage 3 Out. Ay, by my beard, will we;


Your slander never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,

Being entreated to it by your friend.

Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: ifI can do it,
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say, this weed her love from Valentine,
It follows not, that she will love sir Thurio.

Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him,
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me :
Which must be done, by praising me as much,
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke. And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind;
Because we know, on Valentine's report,
You are already love's firm votary,

And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;'
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.
Pro. As much, as I can do, I will effect. -
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
You must lay lime, to tangle her desires,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. Ay,much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart!
Write till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity!
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews;
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire lamenting elegies,

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 grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke. This discipline shows, thou hast been in love.
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently,

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick!
I have a sonnet, that will serve the turn,

To give the onset to thy good advice.
Duke. About it, gentlemen!

Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper,
And afterward determine our proceedings.
Duke. Even now about it! I will pardon you. [Exeunt.


SCENE I.-A forest, near Mantua.
Enter certain Outlaws.

1 Out. Fellows, stand fast! I see a passenger.

2 Out. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with 'em! Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

3 Out. Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about you!

If not, we'll make you sit, and rifle you.
Speed. Sir, we are undone! these are the villains,
That all the travellers do fear so much.
Val. My friends,

For he's a proper man.

Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose. A man I am, cross'd with adversity: Myriches are these poor habiliments, Of which if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I have. 2 Out. Whither travel you?

Val. To Verona.

1 Out. Whence came you? Val. From Milan.

3 Out. Have you long sojourn'd there?

Val. Some sixteen months; and longer might have staid,

If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

1Out. What, were you banish'd thence? Val. I was.

2 Out. For what offence?

Val. For that, which now torments me to rehearse: Ikill'da man, whose death I much repent; But yet I slew him manfully in fight, Without false vantage, or base treachery.

1 Out. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so! But were you banish'd for so small a fault? Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. 1 Out. Have you the tongues?

Val. My youthful travel therein made me happy; Or else I often had been miserable.

3 Out. By the bare scalp of Robin Hood's fat friar, This fellow were a king for our wild faction.

1 Out. We'll have him. Sirs, a word!
Speed. Master, be one of them!

It is an honourable kind of thievery.
Val. Peace, villain!

2 Out. Tell us this? Have you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing, but my fortune.

3 Out. Know then, that some of us are gentlemen,
Such as the fury of ungovern'd youth
Thrust from the company of awful men.
Myself was from Verona banished,
For practising to steal away a lady,
An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

2 Out. And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,
Whom, in my mood, Istabb'd unto the heart.
1 Out. And I, for such like petty crimes, as these.
But to the purpose,- (for we cite our faults,
That they may hold excus'd our lawless lives,)
And, partly, seeing you are beautified
With goodly shape; and by your own report
A linguist; and a man of such perfection,
As we do in our quality much want;

2 Out. Indeed, because you are a banish'd man,
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you.
Are you content to be our general?
To make a virtue of necessity,

And live, as we do, in this wilderness?
3Out. What say'st thou? wilt thou be of our consort?
Say, ay, and be the captain of us all!

We'll do thee homage, and be rul'd by thee,
Love thee, as our commander, and our king.

1 Out. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. 2Out. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer'd.

Val. I take your offer, and will live with you;
Provided, that you do no outrages
On silly women, or poor passengers.

3 Out. No, we detest such vile base practices.
Come, go with us, we'll bring thee to our crews,
And shew thee all the treasure, we have got,
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose.


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SCENE II.- Milan. Court of the palace.

Host. Hark, what fine change is in the musick!

Jul. Ay, that change is the spite.
Pro. Already have I been false
to Valentine,

Host. You would have them always play but one thing? And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.

Jul. I would always have one play but one thing. But, Under the colour of commending him

host, doth this sir Proteus, that we talk on, often reI have access my own love to prefer;

sort unto this gentlewoman? But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,

Host. I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he To becorrupted with my worthless gifts.

loved her out of all nick. When I protest true loyalty to her,

Jul. Where is Launce? She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;

Host. Gone to seek his dog; which, to-morrow, by When to her beauty Icommend my vows,

his master's command, he must carry for a present to She bids me think, how I have been forsworn

his lady. In breaking faith with Julia, whom I lov’d.

Jul. Peace! stand aside! the company parts. And, notwithstanding all her sudden quips,

Pro. Sir Thurio, fear not you! I will so plead,
The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,

That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, Thu. Where meet we?
The more it grows, and fawneth on her still.

Pro. At saint Gregory's well.
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window, Thu, Farewell! (Exeunt Thurio and Musicians.
And give some evening musick to her ear.

Silvia appears above, at her window.
Enter THURIO, and Musicians.

Pro. Madam, good even to your ladyship!
Thu. Hownow, sir Proteus ? are you crept before us? Sil. I thank you for your musick, gentlemen :
Pro. Ay, gentle Thurio; for, you know, that love Who is that, that spake?
Willcreep in service, where it cannot go.

Pro. One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
Thu. Ay, but, I hope, sir, that you love not here. You'd quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Pro. Sir, but Ido, or else I would be hence.

Sil. Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Thu. Whom? Silvia?

Pro, Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Pro. Ay, Silvia, - for your sake.

Sil. What is your will ? Thu. I thank you for your own. - Now,gentlemen,

Pro. That I may compass yours. Let's tune, and to itlustily a while !

Sil. You have your wish ; my will is even this, – Enter Ilost, at a distance ; and Julia in boy's clothes. That presently you hie you home to bed.

Host. Now, my young, guest! methinks you're ally- Thou subtle, perjur’d,"false, disloyal man!
cholly; I pray you, why is it?

Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
Jul. Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. To be seduced by thy flattery,
Host. Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows?

you shall hear musick, and see the gentleman, Return, return, and make thy love amends!
you ask'd for.

For me, – by this pale queen of night I swear, Jul. But shall I hear him speak?

I am so far from granting thy request; Host. Ay, that you shall.

That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit, Jul. That will be musick.

[Musick plays. And by and by intend to chide myself, Host. Hark! hark!

Even for this time, I spend in talkingto thee. Jul. Is he among these?

Pro. I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
Host. Ay'; but peace, let's hear'em!

But she is dead.

Jul. 'Twere false, if I should speak it;
Whois Silvia? what is she,

For, I am sure, she is not buried.

[Aside. That all our swains commend her?

Sil. Say, that she be; yet Valentine, thy friend, Huly, fair, and wise is she;

Survives; to whom, thyself art witness, The heavens such grace did lend her, I am betroth'd. And art thou not asham’d That she might admiredbe.

To wrong him with thy importúnacy?

Pro. I likewise hear, that Valentine is dead.
Is she kind, as she is fair?

Sil. And so, suppose, am I; for in his grave,
For beauty lives with kindness:
Love doth to her eyes repair,

Assure thyself, my love is buried.
To help him of his blindness;

Pro. Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth!

Sil.Go to thy lady's grave, and call her's thence; And, being help’d, inhabits there.

Or, at the least, in her's sepulchre thine ! Then to Silvia let us sing,

Jul. He heard not that.

[Aside. That Silvia is excelling ;

Pro. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
She excels each mortal thing,

Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
Upon the dull earth dwelling:

The picture, that is hanging in your chamber!
To her let us garlands bring!

To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep: Host. How now? are you sadder, than you were be- For, since the substance of your perfect self fore?

Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
How do you, man? the musick likes you not.

And to your shadow I will make true love.
Jul. You mistake; the musician likes me not. Jul. If’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
Host. Why, my pretty youth ?

And make it but a shadow, as I am.

[Aside. Jul. He plays false, father.

Sil. I am very loth to be your idol, sir; Host. How? out of tune on the strings?

But, since your falsehood shall become you well Jul. Not so; but yet so false, that he grieves my very To worship shadows, and adore false shapes, heart-strings.

Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it: Host. You have a quick ear.

And so, good rest! Jul. Ay, I would I were deaf! it makes me have a slow Pro. As wretches have o'ernight, heart.

That wait for execution in the morn. Host. I perceive, you delight not in musick.

(Exeunt Proteus; and Silvia, from above. Jul. Not a whit, when it jars so.

Jul. Host, will you go?

Host. By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
Jul. Pray you, where lies sir Proteus?
Host. Marry, at my house. Trust me I think, 'tis al- to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If
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Egl. Your servant, and your friend;
One, that attends your ladyship's command.
Sil. Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good-morrow!
Egl. As many, worthy lady, to yourself!
According to your ladyship's impose,
I am thus early come, to know, what service
It is your pleasure to command me in.

Sil. O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman,
(Think not, I flatter, for, I swear, I do not,)
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished.
Thou art not ignorant, what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine;
Nor, how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorr❜d.
Thyself hast lov'd; and I have heard thee say,
No grief did ever come so near thy heart,
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,

To Mantua, where, I hear, he makes abode ;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief;
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still reward with plagues.
I do desire thee, even from a heart

As full of sorrows, as the sea of sands,
To bear me company, and go with me:
If not, to hide, what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

Egl. Madam, I pity much your grievances;

Which, since I know, they virtuously are plac'd,
I give consent to go along with you;
Recking as little, what betideth me,

As much I wish all good befortune you.
When will you go?

Sil. This evening coming.

Egl. Where shall I meet you?

Sil. At friar Patrick's cell,

Where I intend holy confession.

Egl. I will not fail your ladyship. Good morrow, gentle lady!

Sil. Good-morrow, kind sir Eglamour!


SCENE IV. The same. Enter LAUNCE, with his dog.

Partly, that I have need of such a youth,
That can with some discretion do my business,
For 'tis no trusting to yon foolish lowt;

But, chiefly, for thy face, and thy behaviour;
Which (if my augury deceive me not)

[Exeunt. Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth;
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to madam Silvia!

When a man's servant shall play the cur with him. look you,it goes hard :one,that I brought up of a puppy one, that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it! I have taught him-even as one would say precisely, Thus I would teach a dog. I was sent to deliver him, as a present to mistress Silvia, from my master; and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher, and steals her capon's leg. O, 'tis a foul thing,

when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one, that takes upon him

I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me, that he did, I think verily, he had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't: you shall judge. He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemen-like dogs, under the duke's table: he had not been there (bless the mark) a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. Out with the dog! says one; What cur is that? says another; Whip him out! says the third; Hang him up! says the duke. I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: Friend, quoth I, you mean to whip the dog? Ay, marry do I, quoth he. You do him the more wrong, quoth I; 'twas I did the thing you wot of. He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for their servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat on the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed: I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't: thou think'st not of this now!-Nay, I remember the trick, you served me, when I took my leave of madam Silvia; did not Ibid thee still mark me, and do as I do? When didst thou see me heave up my leg, and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick?


Pro. Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well, And will employ thee in some service presently. Jul. In what you please ;- I will do what I can. Pro. I hope, thou wilt. -How now, you whoreson peasant? [To Launce. Where have you been these two days loitering? Laun. Marry, sir,I carried mistress Silvia the dog, you bade me.

Pro. And what says she to my little jewel? Laun. Marry, she says, your dog was a cur; and tells you, currish thanks is good enough for such a present. Pro. But she received my dog?

Laun. No, indeed, she did not: here have I brought him back again.

Pro. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Laun. Ay, sir, the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman's boys in the marketplace: and then [offered her mine own; who is a dog as big, as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.

Pro. Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my sight!

Away, I say! Stay'st thou to vex me here?

A slave, that, still an end, turns me to shame.

Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

[Exit Launce.

She loved me well, deliver'd it to me.
Jul. It seems, you loved her not, to leave her token:
She's dead, belike.

Pro. Not so; I think, she lives.
Jul. Alas!

Pro. Why dost thou cry, alas?
Jul. I cannot choose but pity her.
Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pity her?
Jul. Because, methinks, that she loved you as well,

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