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3 Out. Being nimble footed, he hath outrun | And that's far worse than none; better have us,
But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood,
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.
1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our cap-
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee!
SCENE IV.—Another part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Have some unhappy passenger in chase:
Enter PROTEUS, SILVIA, and JULIA.
To hazard life, and rescue you from him
Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look;
Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
Would I not undergo for one calm look ?
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
Who respects friend!
Sil. All men but Proteus.
Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force
Sil. O heaven!
'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the
Pro. My shame and guilt confounds me.--
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
Val. Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest:-
Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd :-
Pro. How! let me see :
[Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart,
I gave this unto Julia.
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me;
Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy
And entertain'd them deeply in her heart :
For whose dear sake thou did'st then rend thy It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes, than men their minds.
Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true: 0 heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery
Fills him with faults; makes him run through Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins :
Jul. And I have mine.
Enter OUTLAWS, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Banish'd Valentine!
Duke. Sir Valentine!
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
• Length of my sword.
Plead a new sate in thy unrivall'd merit,
I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake,
Are men endued with worthy qualities:
Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold With our discourse to make your grace to smile : What think you of this page, my lord?
Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Val. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Duke. What mean you by that saying?
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, That you will wonder what hath fortuned.— Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance, but to hear The story of your loves discovered: That done, our day of mariage shall be your's ; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
↑ Masks, revela.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
SHAKSPEARE'S first draught of this trifling play, (which all the editors have concurred in censuring, and some have rejected as unworthy of its author) was written in or before 1594, and some additions were probably made to it between that year and 1597, when it was exhibited before Queen Elizabeth. Like the Taming of the Shrew, it was undoubtedly one of his earliest essays to dramatic writing; as the frequent rhymes, the imperfect versification, the artless and desultory dialogue, and the irregularity of the composition, sufficiently prove. The fable does not seem to be a work entirely of invention; and perhaps owes its birth to some novel which has yet to be discovered. The character of Armado bears some resemblance to Don Quixotte, but the play is older than the work of Cervantes; of Holofernes, another singular character, there are some traces in a masque of Sir Philip Sidney, presented before Queen Elizabeth at Wansted. Dr. Johnson says, that in this play "there are many passages mean, childish, and vulgar; and some which ought not to have been exhibited, as we are told they were, to a maiden Queen. But there are scattered through the whole mauy sparks of genius; nor is there any play that has more evident marks of the hand of Shakspeare."
SCENEI.-Navarre.—A Park, with a Palace That his own hand may strike his honour down,
Enter the KING, BIRON, LONGAVILLE, and
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their
Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
And make us heirs of all eternity.
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That violates the smallest branch herein:
The mind shall banquet, though the body pine:
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified;
Biron. I can but say their protestation over,