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There is no wo to his correction,
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye : Was this the idol that you worship so?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
I will not flatter her.
Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter
And I must minister the like to you.
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Pro. Except my mistress.
Val. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignified with this high honour,To bear my lady's train: lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlasting.
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone.
Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Ay, and we are betroth'd; Nay, more, our marriage hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight, Determin'd of: how I must climb her window; The ladder made of cords; and all the means Plotted; and 'greed on, for my happiness. Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: I must unto the road, to disembark Some necessaries that I needs must use ; And then I'll presently attend Val. Will you make haste? Pro. I will.
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
(1) On further knowledge.
And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
SCENE V-The same. A street. Enter Speed and Launce.
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him?
Speed. How then? shall he marry her?
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st?
Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me.
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Christian : Wilt thou go?
Speed. At thy service.
An apartment in the
SCENE VI.-The same.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear:
But there I leave to love, where I should love.
(1) Tempting. (2) Confederate. (3) Intended.