For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow. O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord; Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth. Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye. Was this the idol, that you worship fo? Val. Even fhe; and is the not a heav'nly faint? Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O flatter me: for love delights in praife. Pro. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills: And I muft minifter the like to you. Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, 9 Sov'reign to all the creatures on the earth. Val. Sweet, except not any 5 Except thou wilt except against my love. 8. No woe to his correction.] No mifery that can be compared to the punishment inflicted by love. Herbert called for the prayers of the Liturgy a little before his death faying, None to them, none to them. 9 A principality.] The first or principal of women. So the old writers ufe ftat She is a lady, a great fate. (LATYMER. This look is called in flates warlie, in others otherwife. Sip T. MORE. MORE Difdain Difdain to root the fummer-fwelling flower; Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifm is this? Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can, is nothing To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone. * Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Not for the world: why, man, fhe is mine own; And I as rich in having fuch a jewel, As twenty feas, if all their fand were pearl, Is gone with her along, and I must after; Val. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our marriage-hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight, Some neceffaries that I needs muft ufe; Pro. I will. Ev'n as one heat another heat expels, [Exit Val. Or as one nail by ftrength drives out another She is alone.] She ftands by herfelf. There is none to be com pared to her. VOL. I. P So So the remembrance of my former love r It is mine THEN, or Valentino's Praife,] Here Protheus queftions with himself, whether it is his own praife, or Valentine's, that makes him fall in love with Valentine's mistress. But not to infift on the abfurdity of falling in love through his own praifes, he had not indeed praifed her any farther than giving his opinion of her in three words, when his friend afked it of him. In all the old editions, we find the line printed thus, Is it mine, or Valentino's praife? A word is wanting. The line was originally thus, Is it mine EYE, or Valentino's praife? [Exit. Speed. I AUNCE, by mine honefty, welcome to Laun. Forfwear not thyfelf, fweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, 'till fome certain fhot be paid, and the hoftefs fay, welcome. Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the alehoufe with you prefently, where, for one shot of fivepence thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy mafter part with madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jeft. Speed. But fhall fhe Laun. No. marry him? Speed. How then? fhall he marry her ? Laun, No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fifh. Speed. Why then how ftands the matter with them? Laun. Marry, thus: when it ftands well with him, it ftands well with her. Speed. What an afs art thou? I understand thee not. Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me. á Speed. What thou fay'it? Laun. Ay, and what I do too; look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It ftands under thee indeed. Laun. Why, ftand-under, and understand, is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Laun. Afk my dog: if he fay, ay: it will; if he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and fay nothing, it will. Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get fuch a fecret from me, but by a parable. Speed. 'Tis well, that I get it fo. But Launce, how, fay'st thou, that my mafter is become a notable lover; Laun. I never knew him otherwife. be. Speed. Than how? Laun. A notable Lubber, as thou reporteft him to Speed. Why, thou whorfon afs, thou mistakeft me. Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master. Speed. I tell thee, my mafter is become a hot lover. Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not tho' he burn himself in love: If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse, fo; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Chriftian. Speed. Why? Laun. Because thou haft not fo much charity in thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Chriftian: wilt thou go? Speed. At thy fervice. And flagger'd many; who receives them right Had need from head to foot well understand, [Exeunt. Not understood, this gift they have befales To the us when our foes fland not upright. SCENE |