Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman?

Val. Ay, my good Lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth and worthy estimation;
And, not without desert, so well reputed.

Duke. Hath he not a son ?

Val. Ay, my good Lord, a son that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke. You know him well?

Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd, and spent our hours together : And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the fweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name, Made ute and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe: And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the prailes that I now beltow), He is compleat in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke. Bethrew me, Sir; but if he makes this good, He is as worthy for an Empress' love, As meet to be an Emperor's counsellor. Well, Sir, this gentleman is come to me, With commendations from great potentates; And here he means to spend his time a while. I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.

Duke Welcome him then according to his worth : Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio; For Valentine, I need not cite him to it : I'll send him hither to you presently.

[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your Ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Sil Belike that now she hath enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val Nay, sure, I think she holds them pris'ners still.

Sil Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Why, Lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.




Thu. They say that love hath not an eye at all.

Val. To fée luch lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object love can wink.

SCENE VI Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done : here comes the gentleVal. Welcome, dear Protheus : Mistress, I beseech

you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wilh'd to hear from.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet Lady, entertain him To be my fellow-fervant to your Ladyship.

Sil Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Pro. Not so, sweet Lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Val. Leave off discourse of disability; Sweet Lady, entertain him for your

servant. Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed:
Servant, you're welcome to a worthless mistress,

Pro. l'll die on him that says so, bút yourself.
Sil. That you are welcome?
Pro. I hat you are worthless.

Enter Servant.
Serv. Madam, my Lord your father would speak

with you.

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit Serv.] Come,

Sir Thurio, Go with me. Once more, my new servant, welcome : I'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your Ladyship.

[Exeunt Sil and Thu. S CE N E VII. Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much

commended. Val. And how do your's?


Pro. I left them all in health.

[love? Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you;
I know you joy not in a love discourse.

Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now:
I have done penance for contemning love;
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter faits, with penitential groans:
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs.
For, in


my contempt of love,
Love hath chas'd sleep from my

enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow,
O gentle Protheus, Love's a mighty lord;
And hath fo humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction;
Nor to his service, no such joy on earth ;
Now no discouse, except it be of love :
Now can I break my fait, dine, sup, and sleep
Upon the very naked name of Love.

Pro. Enough : I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol that you worship so?

Val. Even she ; and is she not a heav'nly faint ?
Pro. No, but she is an earthly paragon.
Val. Call her divine.
Pro I will not flatter her.
Val. O fatter me ; for love delights in praise.

Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
And I must minister the like to you.

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Yet let her be a principality.
Sov’reign to all the creatures on the earth.

Pro. Except my mistress.

Val. Sweet, except not any;
Except thou wilt except againit my love.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She shall be dignify'd with this high honour,
To bear my lady's train, left the base earth
Should from her velture chance to steal a kiss ;
And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower;
And make rough winter everlastingly.


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Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifin is this?

Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can. is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone

Pro. Then let her alone.

Val Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their land were pearl, The water neétar, and the rocks pure gold. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Because thou feeít me doat upon my love. My foolith rival, that her father likes, Only for his poffeffions are to huge, Is gone with her along, and I must after ; For love, thou know it, is full of jealousy. Pro. But she loves you?

Val. \y, and we are betroth’d; nay more, our mar.
With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Determin’d of; how I must climb her window,
The ladder made of cords'; and all the means
Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness
Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber,
In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth.
I must unto the road, to disembark
Some necessaries that I needs must use;
And then I'll presently attend you.

Val. Will you make haite ?
Pro. I will.

[Exit. V21
Ev'n as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by itrength drives out another;
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentino's praise,
Her true perfection, or my falle tranfgreflion,
That makes me, reasonleis, to reason thus ?
She's fair ; and fo is Julia that I love ;
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd ;
Which, like a waxen image 'gainit a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks, my zeal to Valentine is cold;
And that I love him not as I was wont.


O! but I love his lady too, too, much ;
And that's the reaíon I love him so little.
How shall I doat on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her?
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that has dazzled to my reason's light:
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
If I can check my erring love, I will ;
If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. [Exit.
SCENE VIII. Changes to a street.

Enter Speed and Launce.
Speed. Launce by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.

Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, till fome certain thot be paid, and the hostess day, Welcome.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale-house with you presently, where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes But, Sirrah, how did thy master part with Madam Julia ?

Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.

Speed. But Thåll she marry him?
Lau No.
Speed. How then! shall he marry her?
Laun. No, neither.
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are boch as whole as a fish.
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?

Laun. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her *.

-it tans well with her. Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.

Laun. What a blok art thou, thai thou canst not? My staf understands me

Speed. Wnat thou fay'st?

Laun Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean and may Atait u derands m?,

Speed I stinds under thee indeed.
Lun. Why, stand under, and understand, is all one.
Speed. But tell me true, &c.


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