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With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's Pro. But dost thou hear i gav'st thou my mirth,
letter to Julia ! With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : S'peed. Ay, Sir :!, a lost mutton, gave your If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ;
letter to her, a laced multon ; * and she, a laced If lost, why then a grievous labour won ;
mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my However, but a folly bought with wit,
labour. Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me store of muttons. fool.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll were best stick ber. prove.
Pro. Nay, in that you are astray ; 'lwere best Pro. "Tis love you cavil at ; I am not Love.
pound you. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you : Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve And be that is so yoked by a fool,
me for carrying your letter. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin.
i Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud fold. The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
and over, Val. Yet writers say, As the most forward 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to bud
your lover. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Pro. But what said sbe ? did she nod ? Even so by love the young and tender wit
(SPEED nods. Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Speed. I. Losing his verdure even in the prime,
Pro. Nod, I ? why, that's noddy. + And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Speed. You mislook, Sir; I say she did nod : But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, and you ask me, if she did nod, and I say, I. That art a votary to fond desire ?
Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Once inore adieu : my father at the road
Speed. Now you have taken the paius to set Expects my corning, there to see me shipp'd. it together, take it for your pains. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valeu- Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing tine.
the letter. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to leave.
bear with you. of Milan, let us hear from thee by letters,
Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me ? At thy success in love, and what news else
Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly ; Betideth bere in absence of thy friend :
having nothing but the word, noddy for my And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
pains. Pro. All bappiness bechance to thee in Pro. Besbrew me, but you bave a qnick wit. Milan !
Speed. Aud yet it cannot overtake your slow Val. As much to you at home ! and so farc- purse. well.
[Exit VALENTINE. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief ; Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : What said she ? He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; Speed. Open your purse, that the money and I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. the matter may be both at once deliver'd. Thou, Julia, tbou bast metamorphos'd me ; Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your paius : What Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, said she ? War with good counsel, set the world at
Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win nought!
ber. Made wit with musing weak, beart sick with Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much thought.
froin her ?
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all Enter SPEED.
from her ; no, not so mucb as a dacat for deli
vering your letter: And being so hard to me Speed. Sir Proteus, save you; Saw you my that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as master ?
bard to you in telling ber mind. Give ber no Pro. But now be parted bence, to embark token but stones ; for she's as bard as steel. for Milan.
Pro. What, said she nothing ? Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy already ;
pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, And I bave play'd the sheep in losing him. Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
you have testern'a t me ; in requital whereof, An if the shepberd be a while away.
henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so,
Sir, I'll commend you to my master. Speed. You conclude that my master is a
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from shepherd then, and I a sheep ?
wreck : Pro. I do.
Which cannot perish, baving thee aboard, Speed. Why then my horns are his borns, Being destined to a drier death on shore :whether I wake or sleep.
I must go send some better messenger ;
Receiving them from such a worthless post.
(Exeunt. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circum
stance. Pro. It shall go bard, but I'll prove it by SCENE 11.—The same. Garden of JULIA'S another.
house. Speed. The sbeplerd seeks the sheep, and not
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. thy sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me ; therefore, I am would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, po sheep. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the sbep
Luc. Ay, madam ; 80 you stumble Bot unherd, the shepherd for food foilows not the
heedfully. sheep ; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
A term for girl of pleasure : Mutton-lane, in Speed. Such another proof will make me cry such persons.
Clerkenwell, is so called from being frequented by
+ A game at cards. baa.
I Given mc a sixpence.
Jul. or all the fair resort of gentlemen, Wben inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
And ask remission for iny folly past :-
show my mind
Luc. What would your ladyship?
Jul. Is it near dinner-tine ?
Luc. I would it were ;
That you might kill your stomach. on your Jul. What think'st thou of the ricb Mercatio ?
meat, Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of bimself, so
And not upon your maid.
Jul. What is't you took up
Jul. Why did'st thou stomp then ?
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Then let it lie for those ibat it concerns. shame,
Luc. Madain, it will not lie where it conThat I, onworthy body as I am,
cernis, Should censure ithus on lovely gentlemen.
Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to ? Jul. Your reason ?
tune: Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ;
Give me a note : your ladyship can set. I think bim so, because I think him so.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be pos.
sible : Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on bim1
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast
Luc. It is too heavy for su light a tune. away.
Jul. Heavy I belike it hath some burden Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves
Jul. And why not yon? ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but
Luc. I cannot reach so high. small.
Jul. Let's see your sulig ;-How now, nii. Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most
nion ? of all.
Luc. Keep tune there still, 80 you will sing Jul. They do not love, that do not show their
it out; love.
And yet methinks, I do not like this tune. Luc. Oh! they love least, that let men know
Jul. You do not? their love.
Luc. No, madam ; it is too sharp. Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. Pernse this paper, madam.
Luc. Nay, now you are too fiat, Jul. To Julia,- Say, from whom !
And mar the concord with too harsh a desLac. That the contents will show.
cant : Jul. Say, say; who gave it tbee?
There wanteth but a meant to all your song. Luc. Sir Valentine's page ; and sent, I think, Jul. The mean is drowu'd with your unruly from Proteus :
base. He would have given it you, but I, being in the Luc. Indeed, I bid the base 1 for Proteus,
Jul. This bauble sball not benceforth trouble Did in your name receive it ; pardon the fault,
me. I pray.
Here is a coil ġ with protestation | Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker ! I
(Tears the letter. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie : To whisper and conspire against my youth? You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'uis an office of great wortb, Luc. She makes it strange ; but sbe would be And you an omcer it for the place.
best pleas'a There, take the paper, see it be return'd; To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit. Or else return no more into my sight.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the Luc. To plead for bve deserves more fee
same ! than hate.
0 hateful bands, to tear such loving words! Jul. Will you be gone ?
Tujurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey Lue. That you may ruminate. [Exit. And kill the bees, that yield it, with your Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the
stings ! letter.
I'U kiss each several paper for amends. It were a shame to call her back again,
And here is writ-kind Julia ;-uukiud Julia ! And pray ber to a fault for which I chid ber. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, Whal fool is she, that knows I am a maid, I throw thy name against the bruising stones And would not forre the letter to my view ? Trampling coutemptuously on thy disdain, Since maids, in modesty, say, No, to that Look, bere is writ-love-wounded Proteus :Which they would have the profferer construe, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Ay.
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly Fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love,
heal'd ; That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written How churlishly I chid Lucetta bence,
down? When willingiy I would have had her here! How angrily I tauglit my brow to frown,
• Passion or obstimacy.
+ The lenor 11 BIC • Talk l'ass mentery. I A matchmaker.! 1 A challenge.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Even with the speediest executiou
With other gentleinen of good esteem, And tbrow it thence into the raging sea !
Are journeying to salute the emperor, Lo, bere in one line is his name twice writ,- And to commend their service to bis will. Poor forlorn Proteus, passionute Proteus, Ant. Good company; with them shall ProTo the sweet Julia ;-tbat P'll tear away;
teus go : And yet I will bot, sith * so prettily
Aud, in good time,- now will we break with He couples it to bis complaining names :
bimn. Thus will I fold them one upon auother ;
Pro. Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life !
Here is hier hand, the agent of her beart; Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your fa. Here is ber oath for love, her honour's pawn : ther stays.
Oh I that our fathers would applaud our loves Jul. Well, let us go.
To seal our bappiness with their consents! Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell. O heavenly Julia ! tales here?
Ant. How now ? what letter are you reading Jul. If you respect them, best to take them
there ? up.
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'lis a word Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them
or two down:
of commendation sent from Valentine, Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Jul. I see, you have a mouth's mind to Ant. Lend me the letter ; let me see what them.
news. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that has you see ;
writes I see things too, although you judge I wiok. How happily be lives, how well belov'd, Jul. Come, cume, wil't please you go? And daily graced by the emperor;
(Exeunt. Wisbiog die with bion, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? SCEVE III.-The same.-A Room in Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, ANTONIO's House.
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is something sorted with his Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO,
wish : Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was Muse + not that I thus suddenly proceed ; that,
For what I will, I wili, and there an end. Wheewith iny brother held you in the cloister? I am resolv'd, that thou sbalt spend some timg Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your With Valentinus in the emperor's court : son.
What maintenance he from bis friends receives, Ant. Why, what of him?
Like exhibition I thou shalt bave from me. Pan. He wouder'd, that your lordship
To-morrow be in readiness to go: Would suffer bim to spend his youth at home : Excuse it not, for I'm peremptory . While other men, of slender reputation,
Pro. My lord, I cannot be 80 800n provided ; Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Please you, deliberate a day or two. Soine, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Ant. Look wbat thou want'st, shall be seut Some to discover islands far away ;
after thee : Some to the studious universities.
No more of stay ; to-morrow thon must go. For any, or for all these exercises,
Come on, Pauthino; you sball be employ'd He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; To hasten on bis expedition. And did request me, to importune you,
(Eleunt ANT. and PAN. To let him spend bis time no more at home, Pro. Thus have I sbunu'd the tire, for fear of Wbich would be great impeachinent + to his
And drench'u me in the sea, where I am Io having known no travel in his youth.
drown's : Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, to that
Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; Whereon this month I have been hammering. And with the vantage of mine own excuse I have consider'd well bis loss of time;
Hath be excepted most against my love. And how be cannot be a perfect man,
Ob ! how this spring of love resembleth Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world :
The uncertain glory of an April day; Experience is by industry achiev'd.
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And perfected by the swift course of time : And by and by a cloud takes all away! Then, tell me, whether were i best to send hirn?
Re-enter PANTHIXO. Pan. I think your lordship is not ignoraut, Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ; How his companion, youthtul Valeutive,
He is in baste, therefore, I pray you, go. Attends the einperor in bis royal court.
Pro. Why this it is ! my heart accords there. Ant. I know it well.
to ; Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship Aud yet a thousand times it auswers, 10. sent him thither :
SCENE 1.- Milan. An Apartment in the vis'd ;
DUNE's Palace. And, that thou may'st perceive bow well i
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. like it, The execution of it shall makr known ;
Speed. Sir, your glove.
• Broak the matterte bin, + Wontira • Since. * Reproach.