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Ev'n as one heat another heat expels,
, my zeal to Valentine is cold in
(10) Is it mine then, or Valentino's Praife.] This supplemental Word, iben, was first clapt in by Mr. Rowe to help the lab'ring Verse, and fince embraced by Mr. Pope. But let us fee,, what Sense results from it. What is Protheus questioning with himself, whether it is his own Praise, or Valentine's, that makes him fall in Love? But Protbeus had not praised Silvia any farther thar give' ing his Opinion of her in three Word, when his friend demanded: it. In all the old Editions, we find it thus;
Is it mine, or Valentino's Praise. The Verse halts so, that some one Syllable must be wanting; and that Mr. Warburton has very ingeniously, and, as, I think, witla Certainty supplied, as I have restored in the Text, Protheus had just seen Valentine's Mistress ; Valentine had praised her fo lavishly, that the Description heightened Protbeus's Sentiments of her from the Interview; so that it was the less Wonder that he should not know certainly, at first, which made the strongest Impression, Valentine's Praises, or his own View of the Original.
SCEN E changes to a Street.
+ 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 some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, wel
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale-house with you prefently, where, for one thot of five-pence, then fhale have five thousand welcomes. But, Sirrab, how did thy mafter part with madam Julia ?
Laun. Marry, after they clos’d in earneft, they parted very fairly in jeft.
Speed. But shall she marry him?
Laun. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou ? I understand thee not.
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.
Speed, What thou fay'ft?
Laun. Ay, and what I do too; look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me.
Speed. It stands under thee indeed.
Laun, Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he say, no, it will; if he thake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. + It is Padua in tbe former Editinns. See the Note on
Mr. Pope. Vol. I.
Laun, Thou (halt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable
Speed. 'Tis well, that I get it fo; but Launce, how ay't thou, that my třásfer is become a notable loyer : Laun. I never know hira Otherwife: Speed, Than how? Eaún. A notable Lubber, 'as thou reportest him to be Speed. Why, thou whorfon afs, thou mistak'A me.
Laun. Wby, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy matter.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not thoo he burn himfelf in love : If thou wilt go with me to the ale-hoafe,' fQ; if not; thou art an Hebrew, a Jer, and not worth the name of a Chriftian.
Laun. Because thou hast not fo much charity in thee,' as to go to the ale-house with a Christian : wilt thou go? Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. Enter Protheus solus. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Šilvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forfworn : And ev'n that pow'r, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bad me (wear, and love bids me forswear : O sweet-suggesting love! if thou hast finn'd, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling ítar, But now. I worship a celestial fun. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken; And he wants wit, that wants resolved will To learn his wit t'exchange the bad for better. Fie, fie, unreverend tongue ! to call her bad, Whofe fov'reignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do: But there I leave to love, where I should love: Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose :
If I keep them, I needs muft lose myself:
will banith Valentine :: ,
SCENE changes to Julia's House in Verona.
Entér Julia 'anid Lucetta.
And, even in kind love, I do conjure thees
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
And when the flight is made to one so deat,
Luc. Better forbear, 'eill Protheus-make return.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
Jul. The more thou damm'it it up, the more it barns :
Luci But in what habit will you go along?
ful. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
Luc. Why then your ladyship muft cut your hair.
1.23 Of greater time than I shall Thew to be,'s
Luc. What fashion, Madam, shall I make your breeches Júl. That fits as well, as I tell me, good my lord, What compass will you wear your farthingale ?"