Valentine. Cease to perswademy louing Protheus; Home-keeping youthhaue euer homely wits Wer't not affection chaines thy tender dayes To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Then (liuing dully sluggardiz'd at home) Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse. But since thou lou'st; loue stilland thriue therein Euen as I wouldwhen I to loue begin
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine adew Thinke on thy Protheuswhen thou (hap'ly) seest Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile. Wish me partaker in thy happinesse When thou do'st meet good hap; and in thy danger (If euer danger doe enuiron thee) Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers For I will be thy beades-manValentine
Val. And on a loue-booke pray for my successe?
Pro. Vpon some booke I loueI'le pray for thee
Val. That's on some shallow Storie of deepe loue How yong Leander crost the Hellespont
Pro. That's a deepe Storieof a deeper loue For he was more then ouer-shooes in loue
Val. 'Tis true; for you are ouer-bootes in loue And yet you neuer swom the Hellespont
Pro. Ouer the Bootes? nay giue me not the Boots
Val. NoI will not; for it boots thee not
Val. To be in loue; where scorne is bought with grones: Coy lookswith hart-sore sighes: one fading moments mirth With twenty watchfullwearytedious nights; If hap'ly wonperhaps a haplesse gaine; If lostwhy then a grieuous labour won; How euer: but a folly bought with wit Or else a witby folly vanquished
Pro. Soby your circumstanceyou call me foole
Val. Soby your circumstanceI feare you'll proue
Pro. 'Tis Loue you cauill atI am not Loue
Val. Loue is your masterfor he masters you; And he that is so yoked by a foole Me thinkes should not be chronicled for wise
Pro. Yet Writers say; as in the sweetest Bud The eating Canker dwels; so eating Loue Inhabits in the finest wits of all
Val. And Writers say; as the most forward Bud Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow Euen so by Louethe yongand tender wit Is turn'd to follyblasting in the Bud Loosing his verdureeuen in the prime And all the faire effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu: my Father at the Road Expects my commingthere to see me ship'd
Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine
Val. Sweet Protheusno: Now let vs take our leaue: To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters Of thy successe in loue; and what newes else Betideth here in absence of thy Friend: And I likewise will visite thee with mine
Pro. All happinesse bechance to thee in Millaine
Val. As much to you at home: and so farewell.
Pro. He after Honour huntsI after Loue; He leaues his friendsto dignifie them more; I loue my selfemy friendsand all for loue: Thou Iuliathou hast metamorphis'd me: Made me neglect my Studiesloose my time; Warre with good counsaile; set the world at nought; Made Wit with musingweake; hart sick with thought
Sp. Sir Protheus: 'saue you: saw you my Master?
Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain
Sp. Twenty to one thenhe is ship'd already And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loosing him
Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray And if the Shepheard be awhile away
Sp. You conclude that my Master is a Shepheard then and I Sheepe?
Pro. I doe
Sp. Why then my hornes are his horneswhether I wake or sleepe
Pro. A silly answereand fitting well a Sheepe
Sp. This proues me still a Sheepe
Pro. True: and thy Master a Shepheard
Sp. Naythat I can deny by a circumstance
Pro. It shall goe hard but ile proue it by another
Sp. The Shepheard seekes the Sheepeand not the Sheepe the Shepheard; but I seeke my Masterand my Master seekes not me: therefore I am no Sheepe
Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe: thou for wages followest thy Masterthy Master for wages followes not thee: therefore thou art a Sheepe
Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baa
Pro. But do'st thou heare: gau'st thou my Letter to Iulia?
Sp. I Sir: I (a lost-Mutton) gaue your Letter to her (a lac'd-Mutton) and she (a lac'd-Mutton) gaue mee (a lost-Mutton) nothing for my labour
Pro. Here's too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons
Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'dyou were best sticke her
Pro. Nayin that you are astray: 'twere best pound you
Sp. Nay Sirlesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying your Letter
Pro. You mistake; I meane the pounda Pinfold
Sp. From a pound to a pin? fold it ouer and ouer 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer
Pro. But what said she?
Pro. Nod-Iwhy that's noddy
Sp. You mistooke Sir: I say she did nod; And you aske me if she did nodand I say I
Pro. And that set together is noddy
Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together take it for your paines
Pro. Nonoyou shall haue it for bearing the letter
Sp. WellI perceiue I must be faine to beare with you
Pro. Why Sirhow doe you beare with me?
Sp. Marry Sirthe letter very orderly Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines
Pro. Beshrew mebut you haue a quicke wit
Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your slow purse
Pro. Comecomeopen the matter in briefe; what said she
Sp. Open your pursethat the moneyand the matter may be both at once deliuered
Pro. Well Sir: here is for your paines: what said she?
Sp. Truely SirI thinke you'll hardly win her
Pro. Why? could'st thou perceiue so much from her?
Sp. SirI could perceiue nothing at all from her; Nonot so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter: And being so hard to methat brought your minde; I feare she'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde. Giue her no token but stonesfor she's as hard as steele
Pro. What said shenothing?
Sp. Nonot so much as take this for thy pains: To testifie your bountyI thank youyou haue cestern'd me; In requital whereofhenceforthcarry your letters your selfe; And so SirI'le commend you to my Master
Pro. Gogobe goneto saue your Ship from wrack Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde Being destin'd to a drier death on shore: I must goe send some better Messenger I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post.
Enter Iulia and Lucetta.
Iul. But say Lucetta (now we are alone) Would'st thou then counsaile me to fall in loue?
Luc. I Madamso you stumble not vnheedfully
Iul. Of all the faire resort of Gentlemen That euery day with par'le encounter me In thy opinion which is worthiest loue?
Lu. Please you repeat their namesile shew my minde According to my shallow simple skill
Iu. What thinkst thou of the faire sir Eglamoure? Lu. As of a Knightwell-spokenneatand fine; But were I youhe neuer should be mine
Iu. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Lu. Well of his wealth; but of himselfesoso
Iu. What think'st thou of the gentle Protheus? Lu. LordLord: to see what folly raignes in vs
Iu. How now? what meanes this passion at his name?
Lu. Pardon deare Madam'tis a passing shame That I (vnworthy body as I am) Should censure thus on louely Gentlemen
Iu. Why not on Protheusas of all the rest? Lu. Then thus: of many goodI thinke him best
Iul. Your reason? Lu. I haue no other but a womans reason: I thinke him sobecause I thinke him so
Iul. And would'st thou haue me cast my loue on him? Lu. I: if you thought your loue not cast away
Iul. Why heof all the resthath neuer mou'd me
Lu. Yet heof all the restI thinke best loues ye
Iul. His little speakingshewes his loue but small
Lu. Fire that's closest keptburnes most of all
Iul. They doe not louethat doe not shew their loue
Lu. Ohthey loue leastthat let men know their loue
Iul. I would I knew his minde
Lu. Peruse this paper Madam
Iul. To Iulia: sayfrom whom? Lu. That the Contents will shew
Iul. Saysay: who gaue it thee?
Lu. Sir Valentines page: & sent I think from Protheus; He would haue giuen it youbut I being in the way Did in your name receiue it: pardon the fault I pray
Iul. Now (by my modesty) a goodly Broker: Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisperand 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 returne no more into my sight
Lu. To plead for louedeserues more feethen hate
Iul. Will ye be gon? Lu. That you may ruminate.
Iul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter; It were a shame to call her backe againe And pray her to a faultfor which I chid her. What 'foole is shethat knowes I am a Maid And would not force the letter to my view? Since Maidesin modestysay noto that Which they would haue the profferer construeI. Fiefie: how way-ward is this foolish loue;
That (like a testie Babe) will scratch the Nurse And presentlyall humbled kisse the Rod? How churlishlyI chid Lucetta hence When willinglyI would haue had her here? How angerly I taught my brow to frowne When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to smile? My pennance isto call Lucetta backe And aske remissionfor my folly past. What hoe: Lucetta
Lu. What would your Ladiship? Iul. Is't neere dinner time? Lu. I would it were
That you might kill your stomacke on your meat And not vpon your Maid
Iu. What is't that you Tooke vp so gingerly? Lu. Nothing
Iu. Why didst thou stoope then? Lu. To take a paper vpthat I let fall
Iul. And is that paper nothing? Lu. Nothing concerning me
Iul. Then let it lyefor those that it concernes
Lu. Madamit will not lye where it concernes Vnlesse it haue a false Interpreter
Iul. Some loue of yourshath writ to you in Rime
Lu. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune: Giue me a Noteyour Ladiship can set Iul. As little by such toyesas may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light OLoue
Lu. It is too heauy for so light a tune
Iu. Heauy? belike it hath some burden then? Lu. I: and melodious were itwould you sing it Iu. And why not you? Lu. I cannot reach so high
Iu. Let's see your Song: How now Minion? Lu. Keepe tune there still; so you will sing it out: And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune
Iu. You doe not? Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe
Iu. You (Minion) are too saucie
Lu. Naynow you are too flat; And marre the concordwith too harsh a descant: There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song
Iu. The meane is dround with you vnruly base
Lu. Indeede I bid the base for Protheus
Iu. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me;
Here is a coile with protestation: Goeget you gone: and let the papers lye: You would be fingring themto anger me
Lu. She makes it stra[n]gebut she would be best pleas'd To be so angred with another Letter
Iu. Naywould I were so angred with the same: Oh hatefull handsto teare such louing words; Iniurious Waspesto feede on such sweet hony And kill the Bees that yeelde itwith your stings; Ile kisse each seuerall paperfor amends: Lookehere is writkinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia As in reuenge of thy ingratitude I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones Trampling contemptuously on thy disdaine. And here is writLoue wounded Protheus. Poore wounded name: my bosomeas a bed Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd; And thus I search it with a soueraigne kisse. But twiceor thricewas Protheus written downe: Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away Till I haue found each letterin the Letter Except mine own name: Thatsome whirle-winde beare Vnto a raggedfearefullhanging Rocke And throw it thence into the raging Sea. Loehere in one line is his name twice writ: Poore forlorne Protheuspassionate Protheus: To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away: And yet I will notsith so prettily He couples itto his complaining Names; Thus will I fold themone vpon another; Now kisseembracecontenddoe what you will
Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies
Iu. Welllet vs goe
Lu. Whatshall these papers lyelike Tel-tales here? Iu. If you respect them; best to take them vp
Lu. NayI was taken vpfor laying them downe. Yet here they shall not lyefor catching cold
Iu. I see you haue a months minde to them
Lu. I (Madam) you may say what sights you see; I see things tooalthough you iudge I winke
Iu. Comecomewilt please you goe.
Enter Antonio and Panthino. Protheus.
Ant. Tell me Panthinowhat sad talke was that Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloyster? Pan. 'Twas of his Nephew Protheusyour Sonne
Ant. Why? what of him?
Pan. He wondred that your Lordship Would suffer himto spend his youth at home While other menof slender reputation Put forth their Sonnesto seeke preferment out. Some to the warresto try their fortune there; Someto discouer Islands farre away: Someto the studious Vniuersities; For anyor for all these exercises He saidthat Protheusyour sonnewas meet; And did request meto importune you To let him spend his time no more at home; Which would be great impeachment to his age In hauing knowne no trauaile in his youth
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereonthis month I haue bin hamering. I haue consider'd wellhis losse of time And how he cannot be a perfect man Not being tryedand tutord in the world: Experience is by industry atchieu'd And perfected by the swift course of time: Then tell mewhether were I best to send him?
Pan. I thinke your Lordship is not ignorant How his companionyouthfull Valentine Attends the Emperour in his royall Court
Ant. I know it well
Pan. 'Twere goodI thinkeyour Lordship sent him (thither There shall he practise Tiltsand Turnaments; Heare sweet discourseconuerse with Noble-men And be in eye of euery Exercise Worthy his youthand noblenesse of birth
Ant. I like thy counsaile: well hast thou aduis'd: And that thou maist perceiue how well I like it The execution of it shall make knowne; Euen with the speediest expedition I will dispatch him to the Emperors Court
Pan. To morrowmay it please youDon Alphonso With other Gentlemen of good esteeme Are iournyingto salute the Emperor And to commend their seruice to his will
Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go: And in good time: now will we breake with him
Pro. Sweet Louesweet linessweet life Here is her handthe agent of her heart; Here is her oath for loueher honors paune; O that our Fathers would applaud our loues To seale our happinesse with their consents
Pro. Oh heauenly Iulia
Ant. How now? What Letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your Lordship'tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine; Deliuer'd by a friendthat came from him
Ant. Lend me the Letter: Let me see what newes
Pro. There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writes How happily he liueshow well-belou'd And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with himpartner of his fortune
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your Lordships will And not depending on his friendly wish
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus sodainly proceed; For what I willI willand there an end: I am resolu'dthat thou shalt spend some time With Valentinusin the Emperors Court: What maintenance he from his friends receiues Like exhibition thou shalt haue from me To morrow be in readinesseto goe Excuse it not: for I am peremptory
Pro. My Lord I cannot be so soone prouided Please you deliberate a day or two
Ant. Look what thou want'st shalbe sent after thee: No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe; Come on Panthino; you shall be imployd To hasten on his Expedition
Pro. Thus haue I shund the firefor feare of burning And drench'd me in the seawhere I am drown'd. I fear'd to shew my Father Iulias Letter Least he should take exceptions to my loue And with the vantage of mine owne excuse Hath he excepted most against my loue. Ohhow this spring of loue resembleth The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun And by and by a clowd takes all away
Pan. Sir Protheusyour Fathers call's for you He is in hasttherefore I pray you go
Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto And yet a thousand times it answer's no.
Actus secundus: Scoena Prima.
Speed. Siryour Gloue
Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on
Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one
Val. Ha? Let me see: Igiue it meit's mine: Sweet Ornamentthat deckes a thing diuine Ah SiluiaSiluia
Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia
Val. How now Sirha?
Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir
Val. Why sirwho bad you call her? Speed. Your worship siror else I mistooke
Val. Well: you'll still be too forward
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow
Val. Goe tosirtell me: do you know Madam Siluia? Speed. Shee that your worship loues? Val. Whyhow know you that I am in loue? Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: firstyou haue
learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to rellish a Loue-songlike a Robin-redbreast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence: to sighlike a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: to fastlike one that takes diet: to watchlike one that feares robbing: to speake pulinglike a beggar at Hallow-Masse: You were wontwhen you laughedto crow like a cocke; when you walk'dto walke like one of the Lions: when you fastedit was presently after dinner: when you look'd sadlyit was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistristhat when I looke on youI can hardly thinke you my Master
Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me? Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye
Val. Without me? they cannot
Speed. Without you? naythat's certaine: for without you were so simplenone else would: but you are so without these folliesthat these follies are within you and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that sees youbut is a Physician to comment on your Malady
Val. But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia? Speed. Shee that you gaze on soas she sits at supper? Val. Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane
Speed. Why sirI know her not
Val. Do'st thou know her by my gazing on herand
yet know'st her not? Speed. Is she not hard-fauour'dsir? Val. Not so faire (boy) as well fauour'd
Speed. SirI know that well enough
Val. What dost thou know? Speed. That shee is not so faireas (of you) well-fauourd? Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite
But her fauour infinite
Speed. That's because the one is paintedand the other out of all count
Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry sirso painted to make her fairethat no man counts of her beauty
Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty
Speed. You neuer saw her since she was deform'd
Val. How long hath she beene deform'd? Speed. Euer since you lou'd her
Val. I haue lou'd her euer since I saw her And still I see her beautifull
Speed. If you loue heryou cannot see her
Speed. Because Loue is blinde: O that you had mine eyesor your owne eyes had the lights they were wont to hauewhen you chidde at Sir Protheusfor going vngarter'd
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your owne present follyand her passing deformitie: for hee beeing in louecould not see to garter his hose; and youbeeing in louecannot see to put on your hose
Val. Belike (boy) then you are in louefor last morning You could not see to wipe my shooes
Speed. True sir: I was in loue with my bedI thanke youyou swing'd me for my louewhich makes mee the bolder to chide youfor yours
Val. In conclusionI stand affected to her
Speed. I would you were setso your affection would cease
Val. Last night she enioyn'd me To write some lines to one she loues
Speed. And haue you? Val. I haue
Speed. Are they not lamely writt? Val. No (Boy) but as well as I can do them: Peacehere she comes
Speed. Oh excellent motion; oh exceeding Puppet: Now will he interpret to her
Val. Madam & Mistresa thousand good-morrows
Speed. Oh'giue ye-good-ev'n: heer's a million of manners
Sil. Sir Valentineand seruantto you two thousand
Speed. He should giue her interest: & she giues it him
Val. As you inioynd me; I haue writ your Letter Vnto the secretnameles friend of yours: Which I was much vnwilling to proceed in But for my duty to your Ladiship
Sil. I thanke you (gentle Seruant) 'tis very Clerklydone
Val. Now trust me (Madam) it came hardly-off: For being ignorant to whom it goes I writ at randomevery doubtfully
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Val. No (Madam) so it steed youI will write (Please you command) a thousand times as much: And yet
Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghesse the sequell; And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not. And yettake this againe: and yet I thanke you: Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more
Speed. And yet you will: and yetanother yet
Val. What meanes your Ladiship? Doe you not like it?
Sil. Yesyes: the lines are very queintly writ But (since vnwillingly) take them againe. Naytake them
Val. Madamthey are for you
Silu. II: you writ them Sirat my request But I will none of them: they are for you: I would haue had them writ more mouingly:
Val. Please youIle write your Ladiship another
Sil. And when it's writ: for my sake read it ouer
And if it please youso: if not: why so: Val. If it please me(Madam?) what then? Sil. Why if it please youtake it for your labour;
And so good-morrow Seruant.
Speed. Oh Iest vnseene: inscrutible: inuisible As a nose on a mans faceor a Wethercocke on a steeple: My Master sues to her: and she hath taught her Sutor He being her Pupillto become her Tutor. Oh excellent deuisewas there euer heard a better? That my master being scribe To himselfe should write the Letter?
Val. How now Sir? What are you reasoning with your selfe? Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you y haue the reason
Val. To doe what? Speed. To be a Spokes-man from Madam Siluia
Val. To whom? Speed. To your selfe: whyshe woes you by a figure
Val. What figure? Speed. By a LetterI should say
Val. Why she hath not writ to me?
Speed. What need she When shee hath made you write to your selfe? Whydoe you not perceiue the iest?
Val. Nobeleeue me
Speed. No beleeuing you indeed sir: But did you perceiue her earnest?
Val. She gaue me noneexcept an angry word
Speed. Why she hath giuen you a Letter
Val. That's the Letter I writ to her friend
Speed. And y letter hath she deliuer'd& there an end
Val. I would it were no worse
Speed. Ile warrant you'tis as well: For often haue you writ to her: and she in modesty Or else for want of idle timecould not againe reply Or fearing els some messe[n]gery might her mind discouer Her self hath taught her Loue himselfto write vnto her louer. All this I speak in printfor in print I found it. Why muse you sir'tis dinner time
Val. I haue dyn'd
Speed. Ibut hearken sir: though the Cameleon Loue can feed on the ayreI am one that am nourish'd by my victuals; and would faine haue meate: oh bee not like your Mistressebe mouedbe moued.
Pro. Haue patiencegentle Iulia: Iul. I must where is no remedy
Pro. When possibly I canI will returne
Iul. If you turne not: you will return the sooner: Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake
Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange; Heretake you this
Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse
Pro. Here is my handfor my true constancie: And when that howre ore-slips me in the day Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake The next ensuing howresome foule mischance Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse: My father staies my comming: answere not: The tide is now; naynot thy tide of teares That tide will stay me longer then I should Iuliafarewell: whatgon without a word? Iso true loue should doe: it cannot speake For truth hath better deedsthen words to grace it
Laun. It is no matter if the tide were lostfor it is the vnkindest Tidethat euer any man tide
Panth. What's the vnkindest tide? Lau. Whyhe that's tide hereCrab my dog
Pant. Tutman: I meane thou'lt loose the floodand
in loosing the floodloose thy voyageand in loosing thy
voyageloose thy Masterand in loosing thy Master
loose thy seruiceand in loosing thy seruice: - why
dost thou stop my mouth? Laun. For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue
Panth. Where should I loose my tongue? Laun. In thy Tale
Panth. In thy Taile
Laun. Loose the Tideand the voyageand the Master and the Seruiceand the tide: why manif the Riuer
were drieI am able to fill it with my teares: if the winde were downeI could driue the boate with my sighes
Panth. Come: come away manI was sent to call thee
Lau. Sir: call me what thou dar'st
Pant. Wilt thou goe? Laun. WellI will goe.
Enter ValentineSiluiaThurioSpeedDukeProtheus. Sil. Seruant
Val. Mistris Spee. MasterSir Thurio frownes on you
Val. I Boyit's for loue Spee. Not of you
Val. Of my Mistresse then Spee. 'Twere good you knockt him
Sil. Seruantyou are sad Val. IndeedMadamI seeme so
Thu. Seeme you that you are not? Val. Hap'ly I doe
Thu. So doe Counterfeyts
Val. So doe you
Thu. What seeme I that I am not? Val. Wise
Thu. What instance of the contrary? Val. Your folly
Thu. And how quoat you my folly? Val. I quoat it in your Ierkin
Thu. My Ierkin is a doublet Val. Well thenIle double your folly
Thu. How? Sil. WhatangrySir Thuriodo you change colour? Val. Giue him leaueMadamhe is a kind of Camelion
Thu. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud then liue in your ayre
Val. You haue said Sir
Thu. I Sirand done too for this time
Val. I know it wel siryou alwaies end ere you begin
Sil. A fine volly of wordsgentleme[n]& quickly shot off Val. 'Tis indeedMadamwe thank the giuer
Sil. Who is that Seruant?
Val. Your selfe (sweet Lady) for you gaue the fire Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes And spends what he borrowes kindly in your company
Thu. Sirif you spend word for word with meI shall make your wit bankrupt
Val. I know it well sir: you haue an Exchequer of words And I thinkeno other treasure to giue your followers: For it appeares by their bare Liueries That they liue by your bare words
Sil. No moregentlemenno more: Here comes my father
Duk. Nowdaughter Siluiayou are hard beset. Sir Valentineyour father is in good health What say you to a Letter from your friends Of much good newes?
Val. My LordI will be thankfull To any happy messenger from thence
Duk. Know ye Don Antonioyour Countriman?
Val. Imy good LordI know the Gentleman To be of worthand worthy estimation And not without desert so well reputed
Duk. Hath he not a Sonne? Val. Imy good Lorda Sonthat well deserues The honorand regard of such a father
Duk. You know him well?
Val. I knew him as my selfe: for from our Infancie We haue conuerstand spent our howres together And though my selfe haue beene an idle Trewant Omitting the sweet benefit of time To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection: Yet hath Sir Protheus (for that's his name) Made vseand faire aduantage of his daies: His yeares but yongbut his experience old: His head vn-mellowedbut his Iudgement ripe; And in a word (for far behinde his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow.) He is compleat in featureand in minde With all good graceto grace a Gentleman
Duk. Beshrew me sirbut if he make this good He is as worthy for an Empresse loue As meet to be an Emperors Councellor: WellSir: this Gentleman is come to me With Commendation from great Potentates And heere he meanes to spend his time a while I thinke 'tis no vn-welcome newes to you
Val. Should I haue wish'd a thingit had beene he
Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth: SiluiaI speake to youand you Sir Thurio For ValentineI need not cite him to it I will send him hither to you presently
Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladiship Had come along with mebut that his Mistresse Did hold his eyeslockt in her Christall lookes
Sil. Be-like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Vpon some other pawne for fealty
Val. Nay sureI thinke she holds them prisoners stil
Sil. Nay then he should be blindand being blind How could he see his way to seeke out you? Val. Why LadyLoue hath twenty paire of eyes
Thur. They say that Loue hath not an eye at all
Val. To see such LouersThurioas your selfe Vpon a homely obiectLoue can winke
Sil. Haue donehaue done: here comes y gentleman
Val. Welcomedeer Protheus: MistrisI beseech you Confirme his welcomewith some speciall fauor
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hether If this be he you oft haue wish'd to heare from
Val. Mistrisit is: sweet Ladyentertaine him To be my fellow-seruant to your Ladiship
Sil. Too low a Mistres for so high a seruant
Pro. Not sosweet Ladybut too meane a seruant To haue a looke of such a worthy a Mistresse
Val. Leaue off discourse of disabilitie: Sweet Ladyentertaine him for your Seruant
Pro. My dutie will I boast ofnothing else
Sil. And dutie neuer yet did want his meed. Seruantyou are welcome to a worthlesse Mistresse
Pro. Ile die on him that saies so but your selfe
Sil. That you are welcome? Pro. That you are worthlesse
Thur. Madammy Lord your father wold speak with you
Sil. I wait vpon his pleasure: Come Sir Thurio Goe with me: once morenew Seruant welcome; Ile leaue you to confer of home affaires When you haue donewe looke too heare from you
Pro. Wee'll both attend vpon your Ladiship
Val. Now tell me: how do al from whence you came? Pro. Your frends are wel& haue the[m] much co[m]mended
Val. And how doe yours? Pro. I left them all in health
Val. How does your Lady? & how thriues your loue? Pro. My tales of Loue were wont to weary you I know you ioy not in a Loue-discourse
Val. I Protheusbut that life is alter'd now I haue done pennance for contemning Loue Whose high emperious thoughts haue punish'd me With bitter fastswith penitentiall grones With nightly tearesand daily hart-sore sighes For in reuenge of my contempt of loue Loue hath chas'd sleepe from my enthralled eyes And made them watchers of mine owne hearts sorrow. O gentle ProtheusLoue's a mighty Lord And hath so humbled meas I confesse There is no woe to his correction Nor to his Seruiceno such ioy on earth: Nowno discourseexcept it be of loue: Now can I breake my fastdinesupand sleepe Vpon the very naked name of Loue
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye:
Was this the Idollthat you worship so? Val. Euen She; and is she not a heauenly Saint? Pro. No; But she is an earthly Paragon
Val. Call her diuine
Pro. I will not flatter her
Val. O flatter me: for Loue delights in praises
Pro. When I was sickyou gaue me bitter pils And I must minister the like to you
Val. Then speake the truth by her; if not diuine Yet let her be a principalitie Soueraigne to all the Creatures on the earth
Pro. Except my Mistresse
Val. Sweet: except not any Except thou wilt except against my Loue
Pro. Haue I not reason to prefer mine owne?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her to: Shee shall be dignified with this high honour To beare my Ladies trainelest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steale a kisse And of so great a fauor growing proud Disdaine to roote the Sommer-swelling flowre And make rough winter euerlastingly
Pro. Why Valentinewhat Bragadisme is this?
Val. Pardon me (Protheus) all I can is nothing To herwhose worthmake other worthies nothing; Shee is alone
Pro. Then let her alone
Val. Not for the world: why manshe is mine owne
And I as rich in hauing such a Iewell As twenty Seasif all their sand were pearle The waterNectarand the Rocks pure gold. Forgiue methat I doe not dreame on thee Because thou seest me doate vpon my loue: My foolish Riuall that her Father likes (Onely for his possessions are so huge) Is gone with her alongand I must after For Loue (thou know'st is full of iealousie.)
Pro. But she loues you?
Val. Iand we are betroathd: nay moreour mariage howre With all the cunning manner of our flight Determin'd of: how I must climbe her window The Ladder made of Cordsand all the means Plottedand 'greed on for my happinesse. Good Protheus goe with me to my chamber In these affaires to aid me with thy counsaile
Pro. Goe on before: I shall enquire you forth: I must vnto the Roadto dis-embarque Some necessariesthat I needs must vse And then Ile presently attend you
Val. Will you make haste?
Pro. I will. Euen as one heateanother heate expels Or as one naileby strength driues out another. So the remembrance of my former Loue Is by a newer obiect quite forgotten It is mineor Valentines praise? Her true perfectionor my false transgression? That makes me reasonlesseto reason thus? Shee is faire: and so is Iulia that I loue (That I did louefor now my loue is thaw'd Which like a waxen Image 'gainst a fire Beares no impression of the thing it was.) Me thinkes my zeale to Valentine is cold And that I loue him not as I was wont: Obut I loue his Lady too-too much And that's the reason I loue him so little. How shall I doate on her with more aduice That thus without aduice begin to loue her? 'Tis but her picture I haue yet beheld And that hath dazel'd my reasons light: But when I looke on her perfections There is no reasonbut I shall be blinde. If I can checke my erring loueI will If notto compasse her Ile vse my skill.
Enter Speed and Launce.
Speed. Launceby mine honesty welcome to Padua
Laun. Forsweare not thy selfesweet youthfor I am not welcome. I reckon this alwaiesthat a man is neuer vndon till hee be hang'dnor neuer welcome to a place
till some certaine shot be paidand the Hostesse say welcome
Speed. Come-on you mad-cap: Ile to the Ale-house with you presently; wherefor one shot of fiue pence thou shalt haue fiue thousand welcomes: But sirhahow did thy Master part with Madam Iulia?
Lau. Marry after they cloas'd in earnestthey parted very fairely in iest
Spee. But shall she marry him? Lau. No
Spee. How then? shall he marry her? Lau. Noneither
Spee. Whatare they broken? Lau. No; they are both as whole as a fish
Spee. Why thenhow stands the matter with them? Lau. Marry thuswhen it stands well with himit stands well with her
Spee. What an asse art thouI vnderstand thee not
Lau. What a blocke art thouthat thou canst not? My staffe vnderstands me?
Spee. What thou saist?
Lau. Iand what I do too: looke theeIle but leane and my staffe vnderstands me
Spee. It stands vnder thee indeed
Lau. Whystand-vnder: and vnder-stand is all one
Spee. But tell me truewil't be a match?
Lau. Aske my doggeif he say Iit will: if hee say noit will: if hee shake his taileand say nothingit will
Spee. The conclusion is thenthat it will
Lau. Thou shalt neuer get such a secret from mebut by a parable
Spee. 'Tis well that I get it so: but Launcehow saist thou that that my master is become a notable Louer? Lau. I neuer knew him otherwise
Spee. Then how? Lau. A notable Lubber: as thou reportest him to bee
Spee. Whythou whorson Assethou mistak'st me Lau. Why FooleI meant not theeI meant thy Master
Spee. I tell theemy Master is become a hot Louer
Lau. WhyI tell theeI care notthough hee burne himselfe in Loue. If thou wilt goe with me to the Alehouse: if notthou art an Hebrewa Iewand not worth the name of a Christian
Lau. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as
to goe to the Ale with a Christian: Wilt thou goe? Spee. At thy seruice.
Enter Protheus solus.
Pro. To leaue my Iulia; shall I be forsworne?
To loue faire Siluia; shall I be forsworne?
To wrong my friendI shall be much forsworne.
And ev'n that Powre which gaue me first my oath
Prouokes me to this three-fold periurie.
Loue bad mee sweareand Loue bids me for-sweare;
O sweet-suggesting Loueif thou hast sin'd
Teach me (thy tempted subiect) to excuse it.
At first I did adore a twinkling Starre
But now I worship a celestiall Sunne:
Vn-heedfull vowes may heedfully be broken
And he wants witthat wants resolued will
To learne his witt' exchange the bad for better;
Fiefievnreuerend tongueto call her bad
Whose soueraignty so oft thou hast preferd
With twenty thousand soule-confirming oathes.
I cannot leaue to loue; and yet I doe:
But there I leaue to louewhere I should loue.
Iulia I looseand Valentine I loose
If I keepe themI needs must loose my selfe:
If I loose themthus finde I by their losse
For Valentinemy selfe: for IuliaSiluia.
I to my selfe am deerer then a friend
For Loue is still most precious in it selfe
And Siluia (witnesse heauen that made her faire)
Shewes Iulia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Iulia is aliue
Remembring that my Loue to her is dead.
And Valentine Ile hold an Enemie
Ayming at Siluia as a sweeter friend.
I cannot now proue constant to my selfe
Without some treachery vs'd to Valentine.
This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder
To climbe celestiall Siluia's chamber window
My selfe in counsaile his competitor.
Now presently Ile giue her father notice
Of their disguising and pretended flight:
Who (all inrag'd) will banish Valentine:
For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter
But Valentine being gonIle quickely crosse
By some slie trickeblunt Thurio's dull proceeding.
Loue lend me wingsto make my purpose swift
As thou hast lent me witto plot this drift.
Enter Iulia and Lucetta.
Iul. CounsaileLucettagentle girle assist me And eu'n in kinde loueI doe coniure thee
Who art the Table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly Character'dand engrau'd To lesson meand tell me some good meane How with my honour I may vndertake A iourney to my louing Protheus
Luc. Alasthe way is wearisome and long
Iul. A true-deuoted Pilgrime is not weary To measure Kingdomes with his feeble steps Much lesse shall she that hath Loues wings to flie And when the flight is made to one so deere Of such diuine perfection as Sir Protheus
Luc. Better forbearetill Protheus make returne
Iul. Ohknow'st y nothis looks are my soules food? Pitty the dearth that I haue pined in By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of Loue Thou wouldst as soone goe kindle fire with snow As seeke to quench the fire of Loue with words
Luc. I doe not seeke to quench your Loues hot fire But qualifie the fires extreame rage Lest it should burne aboue the bounds of reason
Iul. The more thou dam'st it vpthe more it burnes: The Current that with gentle murmure glides (Thou know'st) being stop'dimpatiently doth rage: But when his faire course is not hindered He makes sweet musicke with th' enameld stones Giuing a gentle kisse to euery sedge He ouer-taketh in his pilgrimage. And so by many winding nookes he straies With willing sport to the wilde Ocean. Then let me goeand hinder not my course: Ile be as patient as a gentle streame And make a pastime of each weary step Till the last step haue brought me to my Loue And there Ile restas after much turmoile A blessed soule doth in Elizium
Luc. But in what habit will you goe along?
Iul. Not like a womanfor I would preuent The loose encounters of lasciuious men: Gentle Lucettafit me with such weedes As may beseeme some well reputed Page
Luc. Why then your Ladiship must cut your haire
Iul. No girleIle knit it vp in silken strings With twentie od-conceited true-loue knots: To be fantastiquemay become a youth Of greater time then I shall shew to be
Luc. What fashion (Madam) shall I make your breeches?
Iul. That fits as wellas tell me (good my Lord) What compasse will you weare your Farthingale? Why eu'n what fashion thou best likes (Lucetta.)
Luc. You must needs haue the[m] with a cod-peece Ma[dam] Iul. Outout(Lucetta) that wilbe illfauourd
Luc. A round hose (Madam) now's not worth a pin
Vnlesse you haue a cod-peece to stick pins on
Iul. Lucettaas thou lou'st me let me haue What thou think'st meetand is most mannerly. But tell me (wench) how will the world repute me For vndertaking so vnstaid a iourney? I feare me it will make me scandaliz'd
Luc. If you thinke sothen stay at homeand go not
Iul. Naythat I will not
Luc. Then neuer dreame on Infamybut go: If Protheus like your iourneywhen you come No matter who's displeas'dwhen you are gone: I feare me he will scarce be pleas'd with all
Iul. That is the least (Lucetta) of my feare: A thousand oathesan Ocean of his teares And instances of infinite of Loue Warrant me welcome to my Protheus
Luc. All these are seruants to deceitfull men
Iul. Base menthat vse them to so base effect; But truer starres did gouerne Protheus birth His words are bondshis oathes are oracles His loue sincerehis thoughts immaculate His tearespure messengerssent from his heart His heartas far from fraudas heauen from earth
Luc. Pray heau'n he proue so when you come to him
Iul. Nowas thou lou'st medo him not that wrong To beare a hard opinion of his truth: Onely deserue my loueby louing him And presently goe with me to my chamber To take a note of what I stand in need of To furnish me vpon my longing iourney: All that is mine I leaue at thy dispose My goodsmy Landsmy reputation Onelyin lieu thereofdispatch me hence: Come; answere not: but to it presently I am impatient of my tarriance.
Actus TertiusScena Prima.
Duke. Sir Thuriogiue vs leaue (I pray) a while We haue some secrets to confer about. Now tell me Protheuswhat's your will with me?
Pro. My gracious Lordthat which I wold discouer The Law of friendship bids me to conceale But when I call to minde your gracious fauours Done to me (vndeseruing as I am) My dutie pricks me on to vtter that Which elseno worldly good should draw from me: Know (worthy Prince) Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steale away your daughter: My selfe am one made priuy to the plot.
I know you haue determin'd to bestow her On Thuriowhom your gentle daughter hates And should she thus be stolne away from you It would be much vexation to your age. Thus (for my duties sake) I rather chose To crosse my friend in his intended drift Then (by concealing it) heap on your head A pack of sorroweswhich would presse you downe (Being vnpreuented) to your timelesse graue
Duke. ProtheusI thank thee for thine honest care Which to requitecommand me while I liue. This loue of theirsmy selfe haue often seene Haply when they haue iudg'd me fast asleepe And oftentimes haue purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her companieand my Court. But fearing lest my iealous ayme might erre And so (vnworthily) disgrace the man (A rashnesse that I euer yet haue shun'd) I gaue him gentle lookesthereby to finde That which thy selfe hast now disclos'd to me. And that thou maist perceiue my feare of this Knowing that tender youth is soone suggested I nightly lodge her in an vpper Towre The key whereofmy selfe haue euer kept: And thence she cannot be conuay'd away
Pro. Know (noble Lord) they haue deuis'd a meane How he her chamber-window will ascend And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe: For whichthe youthfull Louer now is gone And this way comes he with it presently. Where (if it please you) you may intercept him. But (good my Lord) doe it so cunningly That my discouery be not aimed at: Forloue of younot hate vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence
Duke. Vpon mine Honorhe shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this
Pro. Adiewmy LordSir Valentine is comming
Duk. Sir Valentinewhether away so fast?
Val. Please it your Gracethere is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them
Duk. Be they of much import? Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My healthand happy being at your Court
Duk. Nay then no matter: stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere: wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not vnknown to theethat I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurioto my daughter
Val. I know it well (my Lord) and sure the Match Were rich and honourable: besidesthe gentleman Is full of VertueBountyWorthand Qualities Beseeming such a Wifeas your faire daughter: Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him?
Duk. Notrust meShe is peeuishsullenfroward
Prowddisobedientstubbornelacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing meas if I were her father: And may I say to theethis pride of hers (Vpon aduice) hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And turne her outto who will take her in: Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre: For meand my possessions she esteemes not
Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this?
Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect: but she is niceand coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence. Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor (For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd) Howand which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye
Val. Win her with giftsif she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke wordsdoe moue a womans minde
Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her
Val. A woman somtime scorns what best co[n]tents her. Send her another: neuer giue her ore For scorne at firstmakes after-loue the more. If she doe frowne'tis not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you. If she doe chide'tis not to haue you gone For whythe fooles are madif left alone. Take no repulsewhat euer she doth say Forget you gonshe doth not meane away. Flatterand praisecommendextoll their graces: Though nere so blackesay they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongueI say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman
Duk. But she I meaneis promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night
Duk. Ibut the doores be locktand keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night
Val. What letts but one may enter at her window?
Duk. Her chamber is aloftfar from the ground And built so sheluingthat one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life
Val. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vpwith a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it
Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise mewhere I may haue such a Ladder
Val. When would you vse it? pray sirtell me that
Duk. This very night; for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by
Val. By seauen a clockile get you such a Ladder
Duk But harke thee: I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither? Val. It will be light (my Lord) that you may beare it Vnder a cloakethat is of any length
Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne? Val. I my good Lord
Duk. Then let me see thy cloake Ile get me one of such another length
Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn (my Lord)
Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake?
I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me.
What Letter is this same? what's here? to Siluia?
And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding
Ile be so bold to breake the seale for once.
My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly
And slaues they are to methat send them flying.
Ohcould their Master comeand goe as lightly
Himselfe would lodge where (senceles) they are lying.
My Herald Thoughtsin thy pure bosome rest-them
While I (their King) that thither them importune
Doe curse the gracethat with such grace hath blest them
Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune.
I curse my selfefor they are sent by me
That they should harbour where their Lord should be.
What's here? Siluiathis night I will enfranchise thee.
'Tis so: and heere's the Ladder for the purpose.
Why Phaeton (for thou art Merops sonne)
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car?
And with thy daring folly burne the world?
Wilt thou reach starsbecause they shine on thee?
Goe base Intruderouer-weening Slaue
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates
And thinke my patience(more then thy desert)
Is priuiledge for thy departure hence.
Thanke me for thismore then for all the fauors
Which (all too-much) I haue bestowed on thee.
But if thou linger in my Territories
Longer then swiftest expedition
Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court
By heauenmy wrath shall farre exceed the loue
I euer bore my daughteror thy selfe.
Be goneI will not heare thy vaine excuse
But as thou lou'st thy lifemake speed from hence
Val. And why not deathrather then liuing torment?
To dieis to be banisht from my selfe
And Siluia is my selfe: banish'd from her
Is selfe from selfe. A deadly banishment:
What lightis lightif Siluia be not seene?
What ioy is ioyif Siluia be not by?
Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by
And feed vpon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Siluia in the night
There is no musicke in the Nightingale.
Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon. Shee is my essenceand I leaue to be; If I be not by her faire influence Foster'dillumin'dcherish'dkept aliue. I flie not deathto flie his deadly doome Tarry I heereI but attend on death But flie I henceI flie away from life
Pro. Run (boy) runrunand seeke him out
Lau. So-houghSoa houghPro. What seest thou? Lau. Him we goe to finde
There's not a haire on's headbut 'tis a Valentine
Pro. Valentine? Val. No
Pro. Who then? his Spirit? Val. Neither Pro. What then? Val. Nothing
Lau. Can nothing speake? Mastershall I strike? Pro. Who wouldst thou strike? Lau. Nothing
Lau. Why SirIle strike nothing: I pray you
Pro. SirhaI say forbeare: friend Valentinea word
Val. My eares are stopt& cannot hear good newes So much of bad already hath possest them
Pro. Then in dumbe silence will I bury mine For they are harshvn-tuneableand bad
Val. Is Siluia dead? Pro. NoValentine
Val. No Valentine indeedfor sacred Siluia Hath she forsworne me? Pro. NoValentine
Val. No Valentineif Siluia haue forsworne me. What is your newes? Lau. Sirthere is a proclamationy you are vanished
Pro. That thou art banish'd: oh that's the newes From hencefrom Siluiaand from me thy friend
Val. OhI haue fed vpon this woe already And now excesse of it will make me surfet. Doth Siluia know that I am banish'd?
Pro. II: and she hath offered to the doome (Which vn-reuerst stands in effectuall force) A Sea of melting pearlewhich some call teares; Those at her fathers churlish feete she tenderd With them vpon her kneesher humble selfe Wringing her handswhose whitenes so became them As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
But neither bended kneespure hands held vp Sad sighesdeepe gronesnor siluer-shedding teares Could penetrate her vncompassionate Sire; But Valentineif he be tanemust die. Besidesher intercession chaf'd him so When she for thy repeale was suppliant That to close prison he commanded her With many bitter threats of biding there
Val. No more: vnles the next word that thou speak'st Haue some malignant power vpon my life: If so: I pray thee breath it in mine eare As ending Antheme of my endlesse dolor
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not helpe And study helpe for that which thou lament'st Time is the Nurseand breeder of all good; Hereif thou staythou canst not see thy loue: Besidesthy staying will abridge thy life: Hope is a louers staffewalke hence with that And manage itagainst despairing thoughts: Thy letters may be herethough thou art hence Whichbeing writ to meshall be deliuer'd Euen in the milke-white bosome of thy Loue. The time now serues not to expostulate ComeIle conuey thee through the City-gate. And ere I part with theeconfer at large Of all that may concerne thy Loue-affaires: As thou lou'st Siluia (though not for thy selfe) Regard thy dangerand along with me
Val. I pray thee Launceand if thou seest my Boy Bid him make hasteand meet me at the North-gate
Pro. Goe sirhafinde him out: Come Valentine
Val. Oh my deere Siluia; haplesse Valentine
Launce. I am but a foolelooke youand yet I haue the wit to thinke my Master is a kinde of a knaue: but that's all oneif he be but one knaue: He liues not now that knowes me to be in loueyet I am in louebut a Teeme of horse shall not plucke that from me: nor who 'tis I loue: and yet 'tis a woman; but what womanI will not tell my selfe: and yet 'tis a Milke-maid: yet 'tis not a maid: for shee hath had Gossips: yet 'tis a maid for she is her Masters maidand serues for wages. Shee hath more qualities then a Water-Spaniellwhich is much in a bare Christian: Heere is the Catelog of her Condition. Inprimis. Shee can fetch and carry: why a horse can doe no more; naya horse cannot fetchbut onely carrytherefore is shee better then a Iade. Item. She can milkelooke youa sweet vertue in a maid with cleane hands
Speed. How now Signior Launce? what newes with
your Mastership? La. With my Mastership? whyit is at Sea: Sp. Wellyour old vice still: mistake the word: what
newes then in your paper? La. The black'st newes that euer thou heard'st
Sp. Why man? how blacke? La. Whyas blacke as Inke
Sp. Let me read them? La. Fie on thee Iolt-headthou canst not read
Sp. Thou lyest: I can
La. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot thee? Sp. Marrythe son of my Grand-father
La. Oh illiterate loyterer; it was the sonne of thy Grand-mother: this proues that thou canst not read
Sp. Come foolecome: try me in thy paper
La. There: and S[aint]. Nicholas be thy speed
Sp. Inprimis she can milke
La. I that she can
Sp. Itemshe brewes good Ale
La. And thereof comes the prouerbe: (Blessing of your heartyou brew good Ale.) Sp. Itemshe can sowe
La. That's as much as to say (Can she so?) Sp. Item she can knit
La. What neede a man care for a stock with a wench When she can knit him a stocke? Sp. Itemshe can wash and scoure
La. A speciall vertue: for then shee neede not be wash'dand scowr'd
Sp. Itemshe can spin
La. Then may I set the world on wheeleswhen she can spin for her liuing
Sp. Itemshe hath many namelesse vertues
La. That's as much as to say Bastard-vertues: that indeede know not their fathers; and therefore haue no names
Sp. Here follow her vices
La. Close at the heeles of her vertues
Sp. Itemshee is not to be fasting in respect of her breath
La. Well: that fault may be mended with a breakfast: read on
Sp. Itemshe hath a sweet mouth
La. That makes amends for her soure breath
Sp. Itemshe doth talke in her sleepe
La. It's no matter for that; so shee sleepe not in her
Sp. Itemshe is slow in words
La. Oh villainethat set this downe among her vices; To be slow in wordsis a womans onely vertue: I pray thee out with'tand place it for her chiefe vertue
Sp. Itemshe is proud
La. Out with that too: It was Eues legacieand cannot be t'ane from her
Sp. Itemshe hath no teeth
La. I care not for that neither: because I loue crusts
Sp. Itemshe is curst
La. Well: the best isshe hath no teeth to bite
Sp. Itemshe will often praise her liquor
La. If her liquor be goodshe shall: if she will not I will; for good things should be praised
Sp. Itemshe is too liberall
La. Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ downe she is slow of: of her purseshee shall notfor that ile keepe shut: Nowof another thing shee mayand that cannot I helpe. Wellproceede
Sp. Itemshee hath more haire then witand more faults then hairesand more wealth then faults
La. Stop there: Ile haue her: she was mineand not minetwice or thrice in that last Article: rehearse that once more
Sp. Itemshe hath more haire then wit
La. More haire then wit: it may be ile proue it: The couer of the salthides the saltand therefore it is more then the salt; the haire that couers the witis more then the wit; for the greater hides the lesse: What's next?
Sp. And more faults then haires
La. That's monstrous: oh that that were out
Sp. And more wealth then faults
La. Why that word makes the faults gracious: Wellile haue her: and if it be a matchas nothing is impossible
Sp. What then? La. Why thenwill I tell theethat thy Master staies for thee at the North gate
Sp. For me? La. For thee? Iwho art thou? he hath staid for a better man then thee
Sp. And must I goe to him? La. Thou must run to him; for thou hast staid so long that going will scarce serue the turne
Sp. Why didst not tell me sooner? 'pox of your loue Letters
La. Now will he be swing'd for reading my Letter; An vnmannerly slauethat will thrust himselfe into secrets: Ile afterto reioyce in the boyes correctio[n].
Du. Sir Thuriofeare notbut that she will loue you Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight
Th. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most Forsworne my companyand rail'd at me That I am desperate of obtaining her
Du. This weake impresse of Loueis as a figure Trenched in icewhich with an houres heate Dissolues to waterand doth loose his forme. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts And worthlesse Valentine shall be forgot. How now sir Protheusis your countriman (According to our Proclamation) gon?
Pro. Gonmy good Lord
Du. My daughter takes his going grieuously? Pro. A little time (my Lord) will kill that griefe
Du. So I beleeue: but Thurio thinkes not so: Protheusthe good conceit I hold of thee (For thou hast showne some signe of good desert) Makes me the better to confer with thee
Pro. Longer then I proue loyall to your Grace Let me not liueto looke vpon your Grace
Du. Thou know'st how willinglyI would effect The match betweene sir Thurioand my daughter? Pro. I doe my Lord
Du. And alsoI thinkethou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will? Pro. She did my Lordwhen Valentine was here
Du. Iand peruerslyshe perseuers so: What might we doe to make the girle forget The loue of Valentineand loue sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way isto slander Valentine With falsehoodcowardizeand poore discent: Three thingsthat women highly hold in hate
Du. Ibut she'll thinkethat it is spoke in hate
Pro. Iif his enemy deliuer it.
Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken By onewhom she esteemeth as his friend
Du. Then you must vndertake to slander him
Pro. And that (my Lord) I shall be loath to doe: 'Tis an ill office for a Gentleman Especially against his very friend
Du. Where your good word cannot aduantage him Your slander neuer can endamage him; Therefore the office is indifferent Being intreated to it by your friend
Pro. You haue preuail'd (my Lord) if I can doe it By ought that I can speake in his dispraise She shall not long continue loue to him: But say this weede her loue from Valentine It followes not that she will loue sir Thurio
Th. Thereforeas you vnwinde her loue from him; Least it should rauelland be good to none You must prouide to bottome it on me: Which must be doneby praising me as much As youin worth dispraisesir Valentine
Du. And Protheuswe dare trust you in this kinde Because we know (on Valentines report) You are already loues firme votary And cannot soone reuoltand change your minde. Vpon this warrantshall you haue accesse Where youwith Siluiamay conferre at large. For she is lumpishheauymellancholly And (for your friends sake) will be glad of you; Where you may temper herby your perswasion To hate yong Valentineand loue my friend
Pro. As much as I can doeI will effect: But you sir Thurioare not sharpe enough: You must lay Limeto tangle her desires By walefull Sonnetswhose composed Rimes Should be full fraught with seruiceable vowes
Du. Imuch is the force of heauen-bred Poesie
Pro. Say that vpon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your tearesyour sighesyour heart: Write till your inke be dry: and with your teares Moist it againe: and frame some feeling line That may discouer such integrity: For Orpheus Lutewas strung with Poets sinewes Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones; Make Tygers tameand huge Leuiathans Forsake vnsounded deepesto dance on Sands. After your dire-lamenting Elegies Visit by night your Ladies chamber-window With some sweet Consort; To their Instruments Tune a deploring dumpe: the nights dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grieuance: Thisor else nothingwill inherit her
Du. This disciplineshowes thou hast bin in loue
Th. And thy aduicethis nightile put in practise:
Thereforesweet Protheusmy direction-giuer Let vs into the City presently To sort some Gentlemenwell skil'd in Musicke. I haue a Sonnetthat will serue the turne To giue the on-set to thy good aduise
Du. About it Gentlemen
Pro. We'll wait vpon your Gracetill after Supper And afterward determine our proceedings
Du. Euen now about itI will pardon you.
Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.
Enter ValentineSpeedand certaine Out-lawes.
1.Outl. Fellowesstand fast: I see a passenger
2.Out. If there be tenshrinke notbut down with 'em
3.Out. Stand sirand throw vs that you haue about 'ye. If not: we'll make you sitand rifle you
Sp. Sir we are vndone; these are the Villaines That all the Trauailers doe feare so much
Val. My friends
1.Out. That's not sosir: we are your enemies
2.Out. Peace: we'll heare him
3.Out. I by my beard will we: for he is a proper man
Val. Then know that I haue little wealth to loose; A man I amcross'd with aduersitie: My richesare these poore habiliments Of whichif you should here disfurnish me You take the sum and substance that I haue
2.Out. Whether trauell you? Val. To Verona
1.Out. Whence came you? Val. From Millaine
3.Out. Haue you long soiourn'd there? Val. Some sixteene monethsand longer might haue staid If crooked fortune had not thwarted me
1.Out. Whatwere you banish'd thence? Val. I was
2.Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehearse; I kil'd a manwhose death I much repent But yet I slew him manfullyin fight Without false vantageor base treachery
1.Out. Why nere repent itif it were done so;
But were you banisht for so small a fault? Val. I wasand held me glad of such a doome
2.Out. Haue you the Tongues? Val. My youthfull trauailetherein made me happy Or else I often had beene often miserable
3.Out. By the bare scalpe of Robin Hoods fat Fryer This fellow were a Kingfor our wilde faction
1.Out. We'll haue him: Sirsa word
Sp. Masterbe one of them: It's an honourable kinde of theeuery
Val. Peace villaine
2.Out. Tell vs this: haue you any thing to take to? Val. Nothing but my fortune
3.Out. Know thenthat some of vs are Gentlemen Such as the fury of vngouern'd youth Thrust from the company of awfull men. My selfe was from Verona banished For practising to steale away a Lady And heire and Neecealide vnto the Duke
2.Out. And I from Mantuafor a Gentleman Whoin my moodeI stab'd vnto the heart
1.Out. And Ifor such like petty crimes as these. But to the purpose: for we cite our faults That they may hold excus'd our lawlesse liues; And partly seeing you are beautifide With goodly shape; and by your owne report A Linguistand a man of such perfection As we doe in our quality much want
2.Out. Indeede because you are a banish'd man Thereforeaboue the restwe parley to you: Are you content to be our Generall? To make a vertue of necessity And liue as we doe in this wildernesse?
3.Out. What saist thou? wilt thou be of our consort? Say Iand be the captaine of vs all: We'll doe thee homageand be rul'd by thee Loue theeas our Commanderand our King
1.Out. But if thou scorne our curtesiethou dyest
2.Out. Thou shalt not liueto brag what we haue offer'd
Val. I take your offerand will liue with you Prouided that you do no outrages On silly womenor poore passengers
3.Out. Nowe detest such vile base practises. Comegoe with vswe'll bring thee to our Crewes And show thee all the Treasure we haue got; Whichwith our seluesall rest at thy dispose.
Pro. Already haue I bin false to Valentine And now I must be as vniust to Thurio Vnder the colour of commending him I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer. But Siluia is too fairetoo truetoo holy To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts; When I protest true loyalty to her She twits me with my falsehood to my friend; When to her beauty I commend my vowes She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne In breaking faith with Iuliawhom I lou'd; And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips The least whereof would quell a louers hope: Yet (Spaniel-like) the more she spurnes my loue The more it growesand fawneth on her still; But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window And giue some euening Musique to her eare
Th. How nowsir Protheusare you crept before vs? Pro. I gentle Thuriofor you know that loue Will creepe in seruicewhere it cannot goe
Th. Ibut I hopeSirthat you loue not here
Pro. Sirbut I doe: or else I would be hence
Th. WhoSiluia? Pro. ISiluiafor your sake
Th. I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen Let's tune: and too it lustily a while
Ho. Nowmy yong guest; me thinks your' allycholly; I pray you why is it? Iu. Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry
Ho. Comewe'll haue you merry: ile bring you where you shall heare Musiqueand see the Gentleman that you ask'd for
Iu. But shall I heare him speake
Ho. I that you shall
Iu. That will be Musique
Iu. Is he among these? Ho. I: but peacelet's heare'm
Song. Who is Siluia? what is she? That all our Swaines commend her? Holyfaireand wise is she The heauen such grace did lend her that she might admired be. Is she kinde as she is faire? For beauty liues with kindnesse: Loue doth to her eyes repaire To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help'dinhabits there. Then to Siluialet vs sing That Siluia is excelling; She excels each mortall thing Vpon the dull earth dwelling. To her let vs Garlands bring
Ho. How now? are you sadder then you were before; How doe youman? the Musicke likes you not
Iu. You mistake: the Musitian likes me not
Ho. Whymy pretty youth? Iu. He plaies false (father.) Ho. Howout of tune on the strings
Iu. Not so: but yet So false that he grieues my very heart-strings
Ho. You haue a quicke eare
Iu. II would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart
Ho. I perceiue you delight not in Musique
Iu. Not a whitwhen it iars so
Ho. Harkewhat fine change is in the Musique
Iu. I: that change is the spight
Ho. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing
Iu. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing. But Hostdoth this Sir Protheusthat we talke on Often resort vnto this Gentlewoman?
Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me He lou'd her out of all nicke
Iu. Where is Launce?
Ho. Gone to seeke his dogwhich to morrowby his Masters commandhee must carry for a present to his Lady
Iu. Peacestand asidethe company parts
Pro. Sir Thuriofeare not youI will so pleade That you shall saymy cunning drift excels
Th. Where meete we? Pro. At Saint Gregories well
Pro. Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiship
Sil. I thanke you for your Musique (Gentlemen) Who is that that spake? Pro. One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth You would quickly learne to know him by his voice
Sil. Sir Protheusas I take it
Pro. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant
Sil. What's your will? Pro. That I may compasse yours
Sil. You haue your wish: my will is euen this That presently you hie you home to bed: Thou subtileperiur'dfalsedisloyall man: Think'st thou I am so shallowso conceitlesse To be seduced by thy flattery That has't deceiu'd so many with thy vowes? Returnereturneand make thy loue amends: For me (by this pale queene of night I sweare) I am so farre from granting thy request That I despise theefor thy wrongfull suite; And by and by intend to chide my selfe Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee
Pro. I grant (sweet loue) that I did loue a Lady But she is dead
Iu. 'Twere falseif I should speake it; For I am sure she is not buried
Sil. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse) I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd To wrong himwith thy importunacy?
Pro. I likewise heare that Valentine is dead
Sil. And so suppose am I; for in her graue Assure thy selfemy loue is buried
Pro. Sweet Ladylet me rake it from the earth
Sil. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence Or at the leastin herssepulcher thine
Iul. He heard not that
Pro. Madam: if your heart be so obdurate: Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue The Picture that is hanging in your chamber: To that ile speaketo that ile sigh and weepe: For since the substance of your perfect selfe Is else deuotedI am but a shadow; And to your shadowwill I make true loue
Iul. If 'twere a substance you would sure deceiue it And make it but a shadowas I am
Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir; Butsince your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadowesand adore false shapes Send to me in the morningand ile send it: And sogood rest
Pro. As wretches haue ore-night That wait for execution in the morne
Iul. Hostwill you goe? Ho. By my hallidomeI was fast asleepe
Iul. Pray youwhere lies Sir Protheus? Ho. Marryat my house:
Trust meI thinke 'tis almost day
Iul. Not so: but it hath bin the longest night That ere I watch'dand the most heauiest.
Eg. This is the houre that Madam Siluia Entreated me to calland know her minde: Ther's some great matter she'ld employ me in. MadamMadam
Sil. Who cals? Eg. Your seruantand your friend; One that attends your Ladiships command
Sil. Sir Eglamorea thousand times good morrow
Eg. As many (worthy Lady) to your selfe: According to your Ladiships impose I am thus early cometo know what seruice It is your pleasure to command me in
Sil. Oh Eglamourethou art a Gentleman: Thinke not I flatter (for I sweare I doe not) Valiantwiseremorse-fullwell accomplish'd. Thou art not ignorant what deere good will I beare vnto the banish'd Valentine: Nor how my father would enforce me marry Vaine Thurio (whom my very soule abhor'd.) Thy selfe hast lou'dand I haue heard thee say No griefe did euer come so neere thy heart As when thy Ladyand thy true-loue dide Vpon whose Graue thou vow'dst pure chastitie: Sir Eglamoure: I would to Valentine To Mantuawhere I hearehe makes aboad; And for the waies are dangerous to passe I doe desire thy worthy company Vpon whose faith and honorI repose. Vrge not my fathers anger (Eglamoure) But thinke vpon my griefe (a Ladies griefe) And on the iustice of my flying hence To keepe me from a most vnholy match Which heauen and fortune still rewards with plagues. I doe desire theeeuen from a heart As full of sorrowesas the Sea of sands To beare me companyand goe with me: If notto hide what I haue said to thee That I may venture to depart alone
Egl. MadamI pitty much your grieuances Whichsince I know they vertuously are plac'd I giue consent to goe along with you Wreaking as little what betideth me As muchI wish all good befortune you. When will you goe?
Sil. This euening comming
Eg. Where shall I meete you? Sil. At Frier Patrickes Cell Where I intend holy Confession
Eg. I will not faile your Ladiship: Good morrow (gentle Lady.) Sil. Good morrowkinde Sir Eglamoure.
Lau. When a mans seruant shall play the Curre with him (looke you) it goes hard: one that I brought vp of a puppy: one that I sau'd from drowningwhen three or foure of his blinde brothers and sisters went to it: I haue taught him (euen as one would say preciselythus I would teach a dog) I was sent to deliuer himas a present to Mistris Siluiafrom my Master; and I came no sooner into the dyning-chamberbut he steps me to her Trencherand steales her Capons-leg: O'tis a foule thingwhen a Cur cannot keepe himselfe in all companies: I would haue (as one should say) one that takes vpon him to be a dog indeedeto beas it werea dog at all things. If I had not had more wit then heto take a fault vpon me that he didI thinke verily hee had bin hang'd for't: sure as I liue he had suffer'd for't: you shall iudge: Hee thrusts me himselfe into the company of three or foure gentleman-like-dogsvnder the Dukes table: hee had not bin there (blesse the marke) a pissing whilebut all the chamber smelt him: out with the dog (saies one) what cur is that (saies another) whip him out (saies the third) hang him vp (saies the Duke.) I hauing bin acquainted with the smell beforeknew it was Crab; and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogges: friend (quoth I) you meane to whip the dog: I marry doe I (quoth he) you doe him the more wrong (quoth I) 'twas I did the thing you wot of: he makes me no more adoe but whips me out of the chamber: how many Masters would doe this for his Seruant? nayile be sworne I haue sat in the stockesfor puddings he hath stolneotherwise he had bin executed: I haue stood on the Pillorie for Geese he hath kil'dotherwise he had sufferd for't: thou think'st not of this now: nayI remember the tricke you seru'd mewhen I tooke my leaue of Madam Siluia: did not I bid thee still marke meand doe as I do; when did'st thou see me heaue vp my legand make water against a Gentlewomans farthingale? did'st thou euer see me doe such a tricke?
Pro. Sebastian is thy name: I like thee well And will imploy thee in some seruice presently
Iu. In what you pleaseile doe what I can
Pro. I hope thou wilt. How now you whorson pezant Where haue you bin these two dayes loytering?
La. Marry SirI carried Mistris Siluia the dogge you bad me
Pro. And what saies she to my little Iewell? La. Marry she saies your dog was a curand tels you currish thanks is good enough for such a present
Pro. But she receiu'd my dog?
La. No indeede did she not: Here haue I brought him backe againe
Pro. Whatdidst thou offer her this from me?
La. I Sirthe other Squirrill was stolne from me By the Hangmans boyes in the market place And then I offer'd her mine ownewho is a dog As big as ten of yours& therefore the guift the greater
Pro. Goeget thee henceand finde my dog againe Or nere returne againe into my sight. AwayI say: stayest thou to vexe me here; A Slauethat still an endturnes me to shame: SebastianI haue entertained thee Partly that I haue neede of such a youth That can with some discretion doe my businesse: For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish Lowt; But chiefelyfor thy faceand thy behauiour Which (if my Augury deceiue me not) Witnesse good bringing vpfortuneand truth: Therefore know theefor this I entertaine thee. Go presentlyand take this Ring with thee Deliuer it to Madam Siluia; She lou'd me welldeliuer'd it to me
Iul. It seemes you lou'd not hernot leaue her token: She is dead belike? Pro. Not so: I thinke she liues
Pro. Why do'st thou cry alas? Iul. I cannot choose but pitty her
Pro. Wherefore should'st thou pitty her?
Iul. Becauseme thinkes that she lou'd you as well As you doe loue your Lady Siluia: She dreames on himthat has forgot her loue You doate on herthat cares not for your loue. 'Tis pitty Loueshould be so contrary: And thinking on itmakes me cry alas
Pro. Well: giue her that Ringand therewithall This Letter: that's her chamber: Tell my Lady I claime the promise for her heauenly Picture: Your message donehye home vnto my chamber Where thou shalt finde me sadand solitarie
Iul. How many women would doe such a message? Alas poore Protheusthou hast entertain'd A Foxeto be the Shepheard of thy Lambs; Alaspoore foolewhy doe I pitty him That with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loues herhe despiseth me Because I loue himI must pitty him. This Ring I gaue himwhen he parted from me To binde him to remember my good will: And now am I (vnhappy Messenger) To plead for thatwhich I would not obtaine; To carry thatwhich I would haue refus'd; To praise his faithwhich I would haue disprais'd. I am my Masters true confirmed Loue But cannot be true seruant to my Master Vnlesse I proue false traitor to my selfe.
Yet will I woe for himbut yet so coldly As (heauen it knowes) I would not haue him speed. Gentlewomangood day: I pray you be my meane To bring me where to speake with Madam Siluia
Sil. What would you with herif that I be she? Iul. If you be sheI doe intreat your patience To heare me speake the message I am sent on
Sil. From whom? Iul. From my MasterSir ProtheusMadam
Sil. Oh: he sends you for a Picture? Iul. IMadam
Sil. Vrsulabring my Picture there Goegiue your Master this: tell him from me One Iuliathat his changing thoughts forget Would better fit his Chamberthen this Shadow
Iul. Madamplease you peruse this Letter; Pardon me (Madam) I haue vnaduis'd Deliuer'd you a paper that I should not; This is the Letter to your Ladiship
Sil. I pray thee let me looke on that againe
Iul. It may not be: good Madam pardon me
Sil. Therehold: I will not looke vpon your Masters lines: I know they are stuft with protestations And full of new-found oatheswhich he will breake As easilyas I doe teare his paper
Iul. Madamhe sends your Ladiship this Ring
Sil. The more shame for himthat he sends it me; For I haue heard him say a thousand times His Iulia gaue it himat his departure: Though his false finger haue prophan'd the Ring Mine shall not doe his Iulia so much wrong
Iul. She thankes you
Sil. What sai'st thou? Iul. I thanke you Madamthat you tender her: Poore Gentlewomanmy Master wrongs her much
Sil. Do'st thou know her?
Iul. Almost as well as I doe know my selfe. To thinke vpon her woesI doe protest That I haue wept a hundred seuerall times
Sil. Belike she thinks that Protheus hath forsook her? Iul. I thinke she doth: and that's her cause of sorrow
Sil. Is she not passing faire?
Iul. She hath bin fairer (Madam) then she is When she did thinke my Master lou'd her well; Shein my iudgementwas as faire as you. But since she did neglect her looking-glasse And threw her Sun-expelling Masque away The ayre hath staru'd the roses in her cheekes
And pinch'd the lilly-tincture of her face That now she is become as blacke as I
Sil. How tall was she?
Iul. About my stature: for at Pentecost
When all our Pageants of delight were plaid
Our youth got me to play the womans part
And I was trim'd in Madam Iulias gowne
Which serued me as fitby all mens iudgements
As if the garment had bin made for me:
Therefore I know she is about my height
And at that time I made her weepe a good
For I did play a lamentable part.
(Madam) 'twas Ariadnepassioning
For Thesus periuryand vniust flight;
Which I so liuely acted with my teares:
That my poore Mistris moued therewithall
Wept bitterly: and would I might be dead
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow
Sil. She is beholding to thee (gentle youth)
Alas (poore Lady) desolateand left;
I weepe my selfe to thinke vpon thy words:
Here youth: there is my purse; I giue thee this
For thy sweet Mistris sakebecause thou lou'st her. Farewell
Iul. And she shall thanke you for'tif ere you know her.
A vertuous gentlewomanmildeand beautifull.
I hope my Masters suit will be but cold
Since she respects my Mistris loue so much.
Alashow loue can trifle with it selfe:
Here is her Picture: let me seeI thinke
If I had such a Tyrethis face of mine
Were full as louelyas is this of hers;
And yet the Painter flatter'd her a little
Vnlesse I flatter with my selfe too much.
Her haire is Aburnemine is perfect Yellow;
If that be all the difference in his loue
Ile get me such a coulour'd Perrywig:
Her eyes are grey as glasseand so are mine.
Ibut her fore-head's lowand mine's as high:
What should it be that he respects in her
But I can make respectiue in my selfe?
If this fond Louewere not a blinded god.
Come shadowcomeand take this shadow vp
For 'tis thy riuall: O thou sencelesse forme
Thou shalt be worship'dkiss'dlou'dand ador'd;
And were there sence in his Idolatry
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
Ile vse thee kindlyfor thy Mistris sake
That vs'd me so: or else by IoueI vow
I should haue scratch'd out your vnseeing eyes
To make my Master out of loue with thee.
Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.
Egl. The Sun begins to guild the westerne skie
And now it is about the very houre
That Siluiaat Fryer Patricks Cell should meet me
She will not faile; for Louers breake not houres Vnlesse it be to come before their time So much they spur their expedition. See where she comes: Lady a happy euening
Sil. AmenAmen: goe on (good Eglamoure) Out at the Posterne by the Abbey wall; I feare I am attended by some Spies
Egl. Feare not: the Forrest is not three leagues off If we recouer thatwe are sure enough.
Th. Sir Protheuswhat saies Siluia to my suit? Pro. Oh SirI finde her milder then she was And yet she takes exceptions at your person
Thu. What? that my leg is too long? Pro. Nothat it is too little
Thu. Ile weare a Booteto make it somewhat rounder
Pro. But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes
Thu. What saies she to my face? Pro. She saies it is a faire one
Thu. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke
Pro. But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is Blacke men are Pearlesin beauteous Ladies eyes
Thu. 'Tis truesuch Pearles as put out Ladies eyes For I had rather winkethen looke on them
Thu. How likes she my discourse? Pro. Illwhen you talke of war
Thu. But wellwhen I discourse of loue and peace
Iul. But better indeedewhen you hold you peace
Thu. What sayes she to my valour? Pro. Oh Sirshe makes no doubt of that
Iul. She needes notwhen she knowes it cowardize
Thu. What saies she to my birth? Pro. That you are well deriu'd
Iul. True: from a Gentlemanto a foole
Thu. Considers she my Possessions? Pro. OhI: and pitties them
Thu. Wherefore? Iul. That such an Asse should owe them
Pro. That they are out by Lease
Iul. Here comes the Duke
Du. How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio? Which of you saw Eglamoure of late? Thu. Not I
Pro. Nor I
Du. Saw you my daughter? Pro. Neither
Du. Why then She's fled vnto that pezantValentine; And Eglamoure is in her Company: 'Tis true: for Frier Laurence met them both As hein pennance wander'd through the Forrest: Him he knew well: and guesd that it was she But being mask'dhe was not sure of it. Besides she did intend Confession At Patricks Cell this euenand there she was not. These likelihoods confirme her flight from hence; Therefore I pray you standnot to discourse But mount you presentlyand meete with me Vpon the rising of the Mountaine foote That leads toward Mantuawhether they are fled: Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me
Thu. Why this it isto be a peeuish Girle That flies her fortune when it followes her: Ile after; more to be reueng'd on Eglamoure Then for the loue of reck-lesse Siluia
Pro. And I will followmore for Siluias loue Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her
Iul. And I will followmore to crosse that loue Then hate for Siluiathat is gone for loue.
1.Out. Comecome be patient: We must bring you to our Captaine
Sil. A thousand more mischances then this one Haue learn'd me how to brooke this patiently
2 Out. Comebring her away
1 Out. Where is the Gentleman that was with her?
3 Out. Being nimble footedhe hath out-run vs. But Moyses and Valerius follow him: Goe thou with her to the West end of the wood There is our Captaine: Wee'll follow him that's fled The Thicket is besethe cannot scape
1 Out. ComeI must bring you to our Captains caue.
Feare not: he beares an honourable minde And will not vse a woman lawlesly
Sil. O Valentine: this I endure for thee.
Val. How vse doth breed a habit in a man? This shadowy desartvnfrequented woods I better brooke then flourishing peopled Townes: Here can I sit alonevn-seene of any And to the Nightingales complaining Notes Tune my distressesand record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my brest Leaue not the Mansion so long Tenant-lesse Lest growing ruinousthe building fall And leaue no memory of what it was Repaire mewith thy presenceSiluia: Thou gentle Nimphcherish thy forlorne swaine. What hallowingand what stir is this to day? These are my matesthat make their wills their Law Haue some vnhappy passenger in chace; They loue me well: yet I haue much to doe To keepe them from vnciuill outrages. Withdraw thee Valentine: who's this comes heere?
Pro. Madamthis seruice I haue done for you (Though you respect not aught your seruant doth) To hazard lifeand reskew you from him That would haue forc'd your honourand your loue Vouchsafe me for my meedbut one faire looke: (A smaller boone then this I cannot beg And lesse then thisI am sure you cannot giue.)
Val. How like a dreame is this? I seeand heare: Louelend me patience to forbeare a while
Sil. O miserablevnhappy that I am
Pro. Vnhappy were you (Madam) ere I came: But by my commingI haue made you happy
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most vnhappy
Iul. And mewhen he approcheth to your presence
Sil. Had I beene ceazed by a hungry Lion I would haue beene a breakfast to the Beast Rather then haue false Protheus reskue me: Oh heauen be iudge how I loue Valentine Whose life's as tender to me as my soule And full as much (for more there cannot be) I doe detest false periur'd Protheus: Therefore be gonesollicit me no more
Pro. What dangerous actionstood it next to death Would I not vndergoefor one calme looke: Oh 'tis the curse in Loueand still approu'd When women cannot louewhere they're belou'd
Sil. When Protheus cannot louewhere he's belou'd:
Read ouer Iulia's heart(thy first best Loue) For whose deare sakethou didst then rend thy faith Into a thousand oathes; and all those oathes Descended into periuryto loue me Thou hast no faith left nowvnlesse thou'dst two And that's farre worse then none: better haue none Then plurall faithwhich is too much by one: Thou Counterfeytto thy true friend
Pro. In Loue Who respects friend? Sil. All men but Protheus
Pro. Nayif the gentle spirit of mouing words Can no way change you to a milder forme; Ile wooe you like a Souldierat armes end And loue you 'gainst the nature of Loue: force ye
Sil. Oh heauen
Pro. Ile force thee yeeld to my desire
Val. Ruffian: let goe that rude vnciuill touch Thou friend of an ill fashion
Val. Thou co[m]mon friendthat's without faith or loue For such is a friend now: treacherous man Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye Could haue perswaded me: now I dare not say I haue one friend aliue; thou wouldst disproue me: Who should be trustedwhen ones right hand Is periured to the bosome? Protheus I am sorry I must neuer trust thee more But count the world a stranger for thy sake: The priuate wound is deepest: oh timemost accurst. 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst?
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me: Forgiue me Valentine: if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient Ransome for offence I tender't heere: I doe as truely suffer As ere I did commit
Val. Then I am paid: And once againeI doe receiue thee honest; Who by Repentance is not satisfied Is nor of heauennor earth; for these are pleas'd: By Penitence th' Eternalls wrath's appeas'd: And that my loue may appeare plaine and free All that was minein SiluiaI giue thee
Iul. Oh me vnhappy
Pro. Looke to the Boy
Val. WhyBoy? Why wag: how now? what's the matter? look vp: speak
Iul. O good sirmy master charg'd me to deliuer a ring to Madam Siluia: w (out of my neglect) was neuer done
Pro. Where is that ring? boy? Iul. Heere 'tis: this is it
Pro. How? let me see. Why this is the ring I gaue to Iulia
Iul. Ohcry you mercy sirI haue mistooke: This is the ring you sent to Siluia
Pro. But how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart I gaue this vnto Iulia
Iul. And Iulia her selfe did giue it me And Iulia her selfe hath brought it hither
Pro. How? Iulia?
Iul. Behold herthat gaue ayme to all thy oathes And entertain'd 'em deepely in her heart. How oft hast thou with periury cleft the roote? Oh Protheuslet this habit make thee blush. Be thou asham'd that I haue tooke vpon me Such an immodest rayment; if shame liue In a disguise of loue? It is the lesser blot modesty findes Women to change their shapesthen men their minds
Pro. Then men their minds? tis true: oh heuenwere man But Constanthe were perfect; that one error Fils him with faults: makes him run through all th' sins; Inconstancy falls-offere it begins: What is in Siluia's facebut I may spie More fresh in Iulia'swith a constant eye?
Val. Comecome: a hand from either: Let me be blest to make this happy close: 'Twere pitty two such friends should be long foes
Pro. Beare witnes (heauen) I haue my wish for euer
Iul. And I mine
Outl. A prize: a prize: a prize
Val. Forbeareforbeare I say: It is my Lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd Banished Valentine
Duke. Sir Valentine? Thu. Yonder is Siluia: and Siluia's mine
Val. Thurio giue backe; or else embrace thy death: Come not within the measure of my wrath: Doe not name Siluia thine: if once againe Verona shall not hold thee: heere she stands Take but possession of herwith a Touch: I dare theebut to breath vpon my Loue
Thur. Sir ValentineI care not for herI: I hold him but a foole that will endanger His Bodyfor a Girle that loues him not: I claime her notand therefore she is thine
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou To make such meanes for heras thou hast done And leaue her on such slight conditions. Nowby the honor of my Ancestry I doe applaud thy spiritValentine
And thinke thee worthy of an Empresse loue: Know thenI heere forget all former greefes Cancell all grudgerepeale thee home againe Plead a new state in thy vn-riual'd merit To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine Thou art a Gentlemanand well deriu'd Take thou thy Siluiafor thou hast deseru'd her
Val. I thank your Gracey gift hath made me happy: I now beseech you (for your daughters sake) To grant one Boone that I shall aske of you
Duke. I grant it (for thine owne) what ere it be
Val. These banish'd menthat I haue kept withall Are men endu'd with worthy qualities: Forgiue them what they haue committed here And let them be recall'd from their Exile: They are reformedciuillfull of good And fit for great employment (worthy Lord.)
Duke. Thou hast preuaildI pardon them and thee: Dispose of themas thou knowst their deserts. Comelet vs goewe will include all iarres With TriumphesMirthand rare solemnity
Val. And as we walke alongI dare be bold With our discourseto make your Grace to smile. What thinke you of this Page (my Lord?)
Duke. I think the Boy hath grace in himhe blushes
Val. I warrant you (my Lord) more gracethen Boy
Duke. What meane you by that saying?
Val. Please youIle tell youas we passe along That you will wonder what hath fortuned: Come Protheus'tis your pennancebut to heare The story of your Loues discouered. That doneour day of marriage shall be yours One Feastone houseone mutuall happinesse.
The names of all the Actors.
Duke: Father to Siluia. Valentine. Protheus. the two Gentlemen. Anthonio: father to Protheus. Thurio: a foolish riuall to Valentine. Eglamoure: Agent for Siluia in her escape. Host: where Iulia lodges. Outlawes with Valentine. Speed: a clownish seruant to Valentine. Launce: the like to Protheus. Panthion: seruant to Antonio.
Iulia: beloued of Protheus. Siluia: beloued of Valentine. Lucetta: waighting-woman to Iulia.