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Speed: Item, She hath more hair than wit.
Speed: And more faults than hairs.
Speed: And more wealth than faults.
Speed: What then?
Speed: For me?
Speed: And must I go to him?
Speed: Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love letters!
Speed: Sir, we are undone; these are the villains
Speed: That all the travelers do fear so much.
Speed: Master, be one of them. It’s an honorable kind of thievery.
Julia: But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Julia: Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Julia: Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
Julia: That every day with parle encounter me,
Julia: In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Julia: What think’st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
Julia: What think’st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Julia: What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Julia: How now? What means this passion at his name?
Julia: Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Julia: Your reason?
Julia: And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
Julia: Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me.
Julia: His little speaking shows his love but small.
Julia: They do not love that do not show their love.
Julia: I would I knew his mind.
Julia: “ To Julia.”— Say from whom.
Julia: Say, say who gave it thee.
Julia: Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Julia: Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines?
Julia: To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Julia: Now trust me, ’tis an office of great worth,
Julia: And you an officer fit for the place.
Julia: There, take the paper; see it be returned,
Julia: Or else return no more into my sight.
Julia: Will you be gone?
Julia: And yet I would I had o’erlooked the letter.
Julia: It were a shame to call her back again
Julia: And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
Julia: What fool is she that knows I am a maid
Julia: And would not force the letter to my view,
Julia: Since maids in modesty say “ no” to that
Julia: Which they would have the profferer construe “ ay”!
Julia: Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love
Julia: That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse
Julia: And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
Julia: How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Julia: When willingly I would have had her here!
Julia: How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
Julia: When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
Julia: My penance is to call Lucetta back
Julia: And ask remission for my folly past.—
Julia: What ho, Lucetta!
Julia: Is ’t near dinner time?
Julia: What is ’t that you took up so gingerly?
Julia: Why didst thou stoop, then?
Julia: And is that paper nothing?
Julia: Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Julia: Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Julia: As little by such toys as may be possible.
Julia: Best sing it to the tune of “ Light o’ Love.”
Julia: Heavy? Belike it hath some burden then?
Julia: And why not you?
Julia: Let’s see your song. How now, minion!
Julia: You do not?
Julia: You, minion, are too saucy.
Julia: The mean is drowned with your unruly bass.
Julia: This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Julia: Here is a coil with protestation.
Julia: Go, get you gone, and let the papers lie.
Julia: You would be fing’ring them to anger me.
Julia: Nay, would I were so angered with the same!
Julia: O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Julia: Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey
Julia: And kill the bees that yield it with your stings!
Julia: I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.
Julia: Look, here is writ “ kind Julia.” Unkind Julia,
Julia: As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Julia: I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Julia: Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Julia: And here is writ “ love-wounded Proteus.”
Julia: Poor wounded name, my bosom as a bed
Julia: Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly healed,
Julia: And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
Julia: But twice or thrice was “ Proteus” written down.
Julia: Be calm, good wind. Blow not a word away
Julia: Till I have found each letter in the letter
Julia: Except mine own name. That some whirlwind bear
Julia: Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock
Julia: And throw it thence into the raging sea.
Julia: Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Julia: “ Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
Julia: To the sweet Julia.” That I’ll tear away—
Julia: And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Julia: He couples it to his complaining names.
Julia: Thus will I fold them one upon another.
Julia: Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Julia: Well, let us go.
Julia: If you respect them, best to take them up.
Julia: I see you have a month’s mind to them.
Julia: Come, come, will ’t please you go?
Julia: I must where is no remedy.
Julia: If you turn not, you will return the sooner.
Julia: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia’s sake.
Julia: And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Julia: Counsel, Lucetta. Gentle girl, assist me;
Julia: And ev’n in kind love I do conjure thee—
Julia: Who art the table wherein all my thoughts
Julia: Are visibly charactered and engraved—
Julia: To lesson me and tell me some good mean
Julia: How with my honor I may undertake
Julia: A journey to my loving Proteus.
Julia: A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Julia: To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;
Julia: Much less shall she that hath Love’s wings to fly,
Julia: And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Julia: Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus.
Julia: O, know’st thou not his looks are my soul’s food?
Julia: Pity the dearth that I have pinèd in
Julia: By longing for that food so long a time.
Julia: Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Julia: Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
Julia: As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Julia: The more thou damm’st it up, the more it burns.
Julia: The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Julia: Thou know’st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage,
Julia: But when his fair course is not hinderèd,
Julia: He makes sweet music with th’ enameled stones,
Julia: Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
Julia: He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
Julia: And so by many winding nooks he strays
Julia: With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Julia: Then let me go and hinder not my course.
Julia: I’ll be as patient as a gentle stream
Julia: And make a pastime of each weary step
Julia: Till the last step have brought me to my love,
Julia: And there I’ll rest as after much turmoil
Julia: A blessèd soul doth in Elysium.
Julia: Not like a woman, for I would prevent
Julia: The loose encounters of lascivious men.
Julia: Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds
Julia: As may beseem some well-reputed page.
Julia: No, girl, I’ll knit it up in silken strings
Julia: With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots.
Julia: To be fantastic may become a youth
Julia: Of greater time than I shall show to be.
Julia: That fits as well as “ Tell me, good my lord,
Julia: What compass will you wear your farthingale?”
Julia: Why, ev’n what fashion thou best likes, Lucetta.
Julia: Out, out, Lucetta. That will be ill-favored.
Julia: Lucetta, as thou lov’st me, let me have
Julia: What thou think’st meet and is most mannerly.
Julia: But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me
Julia: For undertaking so unstaid a journey?
Julia: I fear me it will make me scandalized.
Julia: Nay, that I will not.
Julia: That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear.
Julia: A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
Julia: And instances of infinite of love
Julia: Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.
Julia: Base men that use them to so base effect!
Julia: But truer stars did govern Proteus’ birth.
Julia: His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
Julia: His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
Julia: His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
Julia: His heart as far from fraud as heaven from Earth.
Julia: Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that wrong
Julia: To bear a hard opinion of his truth.
Julia: Only deserve my love by loving him.
Julia: And presently go with me to my chamber
Julia: To take a note of what I stand in need of
Julia: To furnish me upon my longing journey.
Julia: All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
Julia: My goods, my lands, my reputation.
Julia: Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence.
Julia: Come, answer not, but to it presently.
Julia: I am impatient of my tarriance.
Julia: Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Julia: But shall I hear him speak?
Julia: That will be music.
Julia: Is he among these?
Julia: You mistake. The musician likes me not.
Julia: He plays false, father.
Julia: Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings.
Julia: Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
Julia: Not a whit when it jars so.
Julia: Ay; that change is the spite.
Julia: I would always have one play but one thing.
Julia: But, host, doth this Sir Proteus, that we talk on,
Julia: Often resort unto this gentlewoman?
Julia: Where is Lance?
Julia: Peace. Stand aside. The company parts.
Julia: ’Twere false if I should speak it,
Julia: For I am sure she is not burièd.
Julia: He heard not that.
Julia: If ’twere a substance you would sure deceive it
Julia: And make it but a shadow, as I am.
Julia: Host, will you go?
Julia: Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
Julia: Not so; but it hath been the longest night
Julia: That e’er I watched, and the most heaviest.
Julia: In what you please. I’ll do what I can.
Julia: It seems you loved not her, to leave her token.
Julia: She is dead belike?
Julia: Alas!
Julia: I cannot choose but pity her.
Julia: Because methinks that she loved you as well
Julia: As you do love your lady Sylvia.
Julia: She dreams on him that has forgot her love;
Julia: You dote on her that cares not for your love.
Julia: ’Tis pity love should be so contrary,
Julia: And thinking on it makes me cry “ Alas.”
Julia: How many women would do such a message?
Julia: Alas, poor Proteus, thou hast entertained
Julia: A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Julia: Alas, poor fool, why do I pity him
Julia: That with his very heart despiseth me?
Julia: Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Julia: Because I love him, I must pity him.
Julia: This ring I gave him when he parted from me,
Julia: To bind him to remember my good will;
Julia: And now am I, unhappy messenger,
Julia: To plead for that which I would not obtain,
Julia: To carry that which I would have refused,
Julia: To praise his faith, which I would have dispraised.
Julia: I am my master’s true confirmèd love,
Julia: But cannot be true servant to my master
Julia: Unless I prove false traitor to myself.
Julia: Yet will I woo for him, but yet so coldly
Julia: As— Heaven it knows!— I would not have him speed.
Julia: Gentlewoman, good day. I pray you be my mean
Julia: To bring me where to speak with Madam Sylvia.
Julia: If you be she, I do entreat your patience
Julia: To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
Julia: From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.
Julia: Ay, madam.
Julia: Madam, please you peruse this letter.
Julia: Pardon me, madam, I have unadvised
Julia: Delivered you a paper that I should not.
Julia: This is the letter to your Ladyship.
Julia: It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
Julia: Madam, he sends your Ladyship this ring.
Julia: She thanks you.
Julia: I thank you, madam, that you tender her;
Julia: Poor gentlewoman, my master wrongs her much.
Julia: Almost as well as I do know myself.
Julia: To think upon her woes, I do protest
Julia: That I have wept a hundred several times.
Julia: I think she doth, and that’s her cause of sorrow.
Julia: She hath been fairer, madam, than she is;
Julia: When she did think my master loved her well,
Julia: She, in my judgment, was as fair as you.
Julia: But since she did neglect her looking-glass
Julia: And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
Julia: The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks
Julia: And pinched the lily tincture of her face,
Julia: That now she is become as black as I.
Julia: About my stature; for at Pentecost,
Julia: When all our pageants of delight were played,
Julia: Our youth got me to play the woman’s part,
Julia: And I was trimmed in Madam Julia’s gown,
Julia: Which served me as fit, by all men’s judgments,
Julia: As if the garment had been made for me;
Julia: Therefore I know she is about my height.
Julia: And at that time I made her weep agood,
Julia: For I did play a lamentable part;
Julia: Madam, ’twas Ariadne, passioning
Julia: For Theseus’ perjury and unjust flight,
Julia: Which I so lively acted with my tears
Julia: That my poor mistress, movèd therewithal,
Julia: Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead
Julia: If I in thought felt not her very sorrow.
Julia: And she shall thank you for ’t if e’er you know her.
Julia: A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful.
Julia: I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,
Julia: Since she respects my mistress’ love so much.—
Julia: Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Julia: Here is her picture; let me see. I think
Julia: If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Julia: Were full as lovely as is this of hers;
Julia: And yet the painter flattered her a little,
Julia: Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Julia: Her hair is auburn; mine is perfect yellow;
Julia: If that be all the difference in his love,
Julia: I’ll get me such a colored periwig.
Julia: Her eyes are gray as glass, and so are mine.
Julia: Ay, but her forehead’s low, and mine’s as high.
Julia: What should it be that he respects in her
Julia: But I can make respective in myself
Julia: If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Julia: Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
Julia: For ’tis thy rival. O, thou senseless form,
Julia: Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored;
Julia: And were there sense in his idolatry,
Julia: My substance should be statue in thy stead.
Julia: I’ll use thee kindly for thy mistress’ sake,
Julia: That used me so, or else, by Jove I vow,
Julia: I should have scratched out your unseeing eyes
Julia: To make my master out of love with thee.
Julia: But love will not be spurred to what it loathes.
Julia: ’Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes,
Julia: For I had rather wink than look on them.
Julia: But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
Julia: She needs not when she knows it cowardice.
Julia: True, from a gentleman to a fool.
Julia: That such an ass should owe them.
Julia: Here comes the Duke.
Julia: And I will follow, more to cross that love
Julia: Than hate for Sylvia, that is gone for love.
Julia: And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
Julia: O me unhappy!
Julia: O, good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Sylvia, which out of my neglect was never done.
Julia: Here ’tis; this is it.
Julia: O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook.
Julia: This is the ring you sent to Sylvia.
Julia: And Julia herself did give it me,
Julia: And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Julia: Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths
Julia: And entertained ’em deeply in her heart.
Julia: How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!
Julia: O, Proteus, let this habit make thee blush.
Julia: Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me
Julia: Such an immodest raiment, if shame live
Julia: In a disguise of love.
Julia: It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Julia: Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
Julia: And I mine.
Lucetta: Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.
Lucetta: Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mind
Lucetta: According to my shallow simple skill.
Lucetta: As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine;
Lucetta: But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Lucetta: Well of his wealth, but of himself so-so.
Lucetta: Lord, Lord, to see what folly reigns in us!
Lucetta: Pardon, dear madam, ’tis a passing shame
Lucetta: That I, unworthy body as I am,
Lucetta: Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Lucetta: Then thus: of many good, I think him best.
Lucetta: I have no other but a woman’s reason:
Lucetta: I think him so because I think him so.
Lucetta: Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Lucetta: Yet he of all the rest I think best loves you.
Lucetta: Fire that’s closest kept burns most of all.
Lucetta: O, they love least that let men know their love.
Lucetta: Peruse this paper, madam.
Lucetta: That the contents will show.
Lucetta: Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.
Lucetta: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Lucetta: Did in your name receive it. Pardon the fault, I pray.
Lucetta: To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Lucetta: That you may ruminate.
Lucetta: What would your Ladyship?
Lucetta: I would it were,
Lucetta: That you might kill your stomach on your meat
Lucetta: And not upon your maid.
Lucetta: Nothing.
Lucetta: To take a paper up that I let fall.
Lucetta: Nothing concerning me.
Lucetta: Madam, it will not lie where it concerns
Lucetta: Unless it have a false interpreter.
Lucetta: That I might sing it, madam, to a tune,
Lucetta: Give me a note. Your Ladyship can set—
Lucetta: It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Lucetta: Ay, and melodious were it, would you sing it.
Lucetta: I cannot reach so high.
Lucetta: Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out.
Lucetta: And yet methinks I do not like this tune.
Lucetta: No, madam, ’tis too sharp.
Lucetta: Nay, now you are too flat
Lucetta: And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
Lucetta: There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.
Lucetta: Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Lucetta: She makes it strange, but she would be best pleased
Lucetta: To be so angered with another letter.
Lucetta: Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays.
Lucetta: What, shall these papers lie like telltales here?
Lucetta: Nay, I was taken up for laying them down.
Lucetta: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Lucetta: Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;
Lucetta: I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Lucetta: Alas, the way is wearisome and long.
Lucetta: Better forbear till Proteus make return.
Lucetta: I do not seek to quench your love’s hot fire,
Lucetta: But qualify the fire’s extreme rage,
Lucetta: Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Lucetta: But in what habit will you go along?
Lucetta: Why, then, your Ladyship must cut your hair.
Lucetta: What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches?
Lucetta: You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.
Lucetta: A round hose, madam, now’s not worth a pin
Lucetta: Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on.
Lucetta: If you think so, then stay at home and go not.
Lucetta: Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Lucetta: If Proteus like your journey when you come,
Lucetta: No matter who’s displeased when you are gone.
Lucetta: I fear me he will scarce be pleased withal.
Lucetta: All these are servants to deceitful men.
Lucetta: Pray heav’n he prove so when you come to him.
Antonio: Tell me, Pantino, what sad talk was that
Antonio: Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Antonio: Why, what of him?
Antonio: Nor need’st thou much importune me to that
Antonio: Whereon this month I have been hammering.
Antonio: I have considered well his loss of time
Antonio: And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Antonio: Not being tried and tutored in the world.
Antonio: Experience is by industry achieved
Antonio: And perfected by the swift course of time.
Antonio: Then tell me whither were I best to send him.
Antonio: I know it well.
Antonio: I like thy counsel. Well hast thou advised,
Antonio: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it,
Antonio: The execution of it shall make known.
Antonio: Even with the speediest expedition
Antonio: I will dispatch him to the Emperor’s court.
Antonio: Good company. With them shall Proteus go.
Antonio: And in good time! Now will we break with him.
Antonio: How now? What letter are you reading there?
Antonio: Lend me the letter. Let me see what news.
Antonio: And how stand you affected to his wish?
Antonio: My will is something sorted with his wish.
Antonio: Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed,
Antonio: For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Antonio: I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
Antonio: With Valentinus in the Emperor’s court.
Antonio: What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Antonio: Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Antonio: Tomorrow be in readiness to go.
Antonio: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Antonio: Look what thou want’st shall be sent after thee.
Antonio: No more of stay. Tomorrow thou must go.—
Antonio: Come on, Pantino; you shall be employed
Antonio: To hasten on his expedition.
Pantino: ’Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Pantino: He wondered that your Lordship
Pantino: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home
Pantino: While other men, of slender reputation,
Pantino: Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Pantino: Some to the wars to try their fortune there,
Pantino: Some to discover islands far away,
Pantino: Some to the studious universities.
Pantino: For any or for all these exercises
Pantino: He said that Proteus your son was meet,
Pantino: And did request me to importune you
Pantino: To let him spend his time no more at home,
Pantino: Which would be great impeachment to his age
Pantino: In having known no travel in his youth.
Pantino: I think your Lordship is not ignorant
Pantino: How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Pantino: Attends the Emperor in his royal court.
Pantino: ’Twere good, I think, your Lordship sent him thither.
Pantino: There shall he practice tilts and tournaments,
Pantino: Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
Pantino: And be in eye of every exercise
Pantino: Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Pantino: Tomorrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Pantino: With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Pantino: Are journeying to salute the Emperor
Pantino: And to commend their service to his will.
Pantino: Sir Proteus, your father calls for you.
Pantino: He is in haste. Therefore, I pray you, go.
Pantino: Sir Proteus, you are stayed for.
Pantino: Lance, away, away! Aboard. Thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass. You’ll lose the tide if you tarry any longer.
Pantino: What’s the unkindest tide?
Pantino: Tut, man. I mean thou ’lt lose the flood and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master and, in losing thy master, lose thy service and, in losing thy service—
Pantino: Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Pantino: Where should I lose my tongue?
Pantino: In thy tail!
Pantino: Come. Come away, man. I was sent to call thee.
Pantino: Wilt thou go?
Sylvia: Sir Valentine, and servant, to you two thousand.
Sylvia: I thank you, gentle servant, ’tis very clerkly done.
Sylvia: Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Sylvia: A pretty period. Well, I guess the sequel;
Sylvia: And yet I will not name it And yet I care not.
Sylvia: And yet take this again.
Sylvia: And yet I thank you,
Sylvia: Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Sylvia: Yes, yes, the lines are very quaintly writ,
Sylvia: But, since unwillingly, take them again.
Sylvia: Nay, take them.
Sylvia: Ay, ay. You writ them, sir, at my request,
Sylvia: But I will none of them. They are for you.
Sylvia: I would have had them writ more movingly.
Sylvia: And when it’s writ, for my sake read it over,
Sylvia: And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
Sylvia: Why, if it please you, take it for your labor.
Sylvia: And so good-morrow, servant.
Sylvia: Servant!
Sylvia: Servant, you are sad.
Sylvia: What, angry, Sir Thurio? Do you change color?
Sylvia: A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Sylvia: Who is that, servant?
Sylvia: No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my father.
Sylvia: Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
Sylvia: Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Sylvia: Nay, then, he should be blind, and being blind
Sylvia: How could he see his way to seek out you?
Sylvia: Have done, have done. Here comes the gentleman.
Sylvia: His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
Sylvia: If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.
Sylvia: Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Sylvia: And duty never yet did want his meed.
Sylvia: Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Sylvia: That you are welcome?
Sylvia: I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
Sylvia: Go with me.— Once more, new servant, welcome.
Sylvia: I’ll leave you to confer of home affairs.
Sylvia: When you have done, we look to hear from you.
Sylvia: I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Sylvia: Who is that that spake?
Sylvia: Sir Proteus, as I take it.