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me home, I'll make sport with thee: Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones. King. Let us from point to point this story know,

To make the even truth in pleasure flow :If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower, {To DIANA.


The king's a beggar, now the play is done: All is well ended, if this suit be won,

That you express content; which we will pay,

With strife to please you, day excceeding day:

Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy Ours be your patience then, and yours our


For I can guess, that, by thy honest aid,
Thou kept'st a wife herself, thyself a maid:-
Of that, and all the progress, more and less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
All let seems well; and, if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.


Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.


1. e. Hear us without interruption, and take our parts, support und defend us.






THE opinions of commentators are divided upon this play. Hanmer supposes that some particular speeches ars Shakspeare's: Upton, that he had no hand in its production: Theobald considers it one of his worst pieces: Pope decides that the style is more natural and unaffected than our poet's usually was: and Johnson declares that both in the serious and ludicrous scenes, the language and sentiments are Shakspeare's; and that few of bis plays have more lines or passages, which, singly considered, are eminently beautiful. One thing, however, appears certain---that this drama was one of his earliest efforts; that it was not very favourably received; and that, being seldom exhibited, it escaped the corruptions and interpolations, to which his more popular performances were subjected. The incidents of the play have not been assigned to any definite source; though it is not improbable that The Arcadia, and the common romances so much in vogue at that period, might have suggested some of them. Dr. Johnson says, that it evinces "a strange mixture of knowledge and ignorance, of care and negligence ;" and that "the versification is often excellent---the allusions, learned and just."

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SCENE-sometimes in Verona, sometimes in Milan, and on the Frontiers of Mantua.

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If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for

Val. That's on some shallow story of deep

How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;
For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in


And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the

Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?

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With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's


With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll


Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. Yet writers say, As the most forward bud

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Bat wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?

Once more adieu: my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valen-

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.

Of Milan, let us hear from thee by letters,
At thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend:
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in
Milan !

Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?"

Speed. Ay, Sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin. fold.

Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?

Speed. I.

[SPEED nods.

Pro. Nod, I why, that's noddy. + Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod, and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you.

Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow


Val. As much to you at home! and so well. [Exit VALENTINE. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends, to dignify them more ; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world nought!


Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

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Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief; What said she?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once deliver'd.

Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: What said she?

Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her ?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from ber; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: And being so hard to ine that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

Pro. What, said she nothing?

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from

wreck :

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore :-
I must go send some better messenger;
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.

Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by SCENE 11.-The same.


Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not thy sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.



Garden of JULIA'S


Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

A term for a girl of pleasure: Mutton-lane, in Clerkenwell, is so called from being frequented by A game at cards. Given me a sixpence.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry such persons.


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