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duction of many characters, diversified with bound. less invention, and preserved with profound skill in nature, extensive knowledge of opinions, and accurate observation of life. In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speak. ing in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin ; the opera. tions of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the uative effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom our pasions and reason are equally interested. JOHNSON.
Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.
Gentlemen of Verona.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Scene, sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan;
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE I. An open place in Verona.
Enter Valentine and Proteus.
to persuade, my loving Proteus ; Home-keeping youth' have ever homely wits : Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But; since thou lovist, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone: Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Think op thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, 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. ’lis true; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
To be In love, where scorn is bought with groaps; coy
looks, With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, 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
prove. 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. And 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.
* Ahumorous punishment atharvest-home feasts, &c.