PANTHINO In my tail?
LAUNCE Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master,
and the service, and the tied? Why, man, if the river
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were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind
were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
PANTHINO Come; come away, man, I was sent to call
thee.
LAUNCE Sir, call me what thou dar’st.
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PANTHINO Wilt thou go?
LAUNCE Well, I will go. Exeunt.
2.4 Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO and SPEED.
SILVIA Servant, –
VALENTINE Mistress?
SPEED Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
VALENTINE Ay, boy, it’s for love.
SPEED Not of you.
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VALENTINE Of my mistress, then.
SPEED ’Twere good you knocked him.
SILVIA Servant, you are sad.
VALENTINE Indeed, madam, I seem so.
THURIO Seem you that you are not?
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VALENTINE Haply I do.
THURIO So do counterfeits.
VALENTINE So do you.
THURIO What seem I that I am not?
VALENTINE Wise.
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THURIO What instance of the contrary?
VALENTINE Your folly.
THURIO And how quote you my folly?
VALENTINE I quote it in your jerkin.
THURIO My jerkin is a doublet.
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VALENTINE Well, then, I’ll double your folly.
THURIO How!
SILVIA What, angry, Sir Thurio? Do you change
colour?
VALENTINE Give him leave, madam, he is a kind of
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chameleon.
THURIO That hath more mind to feed on your blood
than live in your air.
VALENTINE You have said, sir.
THURIO Ay, sir, and done too for this time.
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VALENTINE I know it well, sir, you always end ere you
begin.
SILVIA A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly
shot off.
VALENTINE ’Tis indeed, madam: we thank the giver.
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SILVIA Who is that, servant?
VALENTINE Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire.
Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks,
and spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
THURIO Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall
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make your wit bankrupt.
VALENTINE I know it well, sir. You have an exchequer of
words, and I think no other treasure to give your
followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that they
live by your bare words.
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SILVIA No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my
father.
Enter DUKE.
DUKE Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father is in good health.
What say you to a letter from your friends
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Of much good news?
VALENTINE My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger from thence.
DUKE Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?
VALENTINE Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
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And not without desert so well reputed.
DUKE Hath he not a son?
VALENTINE Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves
The honour and regard of such a father.
DUKE You know him well?
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VALENTINE I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
We have convers’d, and spent our hours together,
And though myself have been an idle truant,
Omitting the sweet benefit of time
To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
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Yet hath Sir Proteus (for that’s his name)
Made use and fair advantage of his days:
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow’d, but his judgment ripe;
And in a word (for far behind his worth
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Comes all the praises that I now bestow)
He is complete in feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
DUKE Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good
He is as worthy for an empress’ love
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As meet to be an emperor’s counsellor.
Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me
With commendation from great potentates,
And here he means to spend his time awhile:
I think ’tis no unwelcome news to you.
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VALENTINE
Should I have wish’d a thing, it had been he.
DUKE Welcome him then according to his worth.
SILVIA, I speak to you, and you, Sir Thurio;
For Valentine, I need not cite him to it.
I will send him hither to you presently. Exit.
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VALENTINE This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Did hold his eyes lock’d in her crystal looks.
SILVIA Belike that now she hath enfranchis’d them
Upon some other pawn for fealty.
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VALENTINE
Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
SILVIA Nay, then he should be blind, and being blind
How could he see his way to seek out you?
VALENTINE Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.
THURIO They say that Love hath not an eye at all.
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VALENTINE To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
Upon a homely object, Love can wink.
Enter PROTEUS.
SILVIA
Have done, have done: here comes the gentleman.
VALENTINE
Welcome, dear Proteus. Mistress, I beseech you
Confirm his welcome, with some special favour.
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SILVIA His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
If this be he you oft have wish’d to hear from.
VALENTINE Mistress, it is; sweet lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
SILVIA Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
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PROTEUS Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
VALENTINE Leave off discourse of disability.
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
PROTEUS My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
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SILVIA And duty never yet did want his meed.
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
PROTEUS I’ll die on him that says so but yourself.
SILVIA That you are welcome?
PROTEUS That you are worthless.
Enter a Servant.
SERVANT
Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
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SILVIA I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome;
I’ll leave you to confer of home affairs.
When you have done, we look to hear from you.
PROTEUS We’ll both attend upon your ladyship.
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Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, Speed and Servant.
VALENTINE
Now tell me: how do all from whence you came?
PROTEUS
Your friends are well, and have them much
commended.
VALENTINE And how
do yours?
PROTEUS I left them all in health.
VALENTINE
How does your lady? And how thrives your love?
PROTEUS My tales of love were wont to weary you:
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I know you joy not in a love-discourse.
VALENTINE Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter’d now:
I have done penance for contemning Love,
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish’d me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
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With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
For in revenge of my contempt of Love,
Love hath chas’d sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart’s sorrow.
O gentle Proteus, Love’s a mighty lord,
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And hath so humbled me, as I confess
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth.
Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep
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Upon the very naked name of Love.
PROTEUS Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol that you worship so?
VALENTINE Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
PROTEUS No; but she is an earthly paragon.
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VALENTINE Call her divine.
PROTEUS I will not flatter her.
VALENTINE O flatter me; for love delights in praises.
PROTEUS When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.
VALENTINE Then speak the truth by her: if not divine,
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Yet let her be a principality,
Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
PROTEUS Except my mistress.
VALENTINE Sweet, except not any,
Except thou wilt except against my love.
PROTEUS Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
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VALENTINE 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,
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Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
And make rough winter everlastingly.
PROTEUS Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?
VALENTINE Pardon me, Proteus, all I can is nothing
To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing:
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She is alone.
PROTEUS Then let her alone.
VALENTINE
Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
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The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
My foolish rival that her father likes
(Only for his possessions are so huge)
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Is gone with her along, and I must after,
For love, thou know’st, is full of jealousy.
PROTEUS But she loves you?
VALENTINE
Ay, and we are betroth’d; nay more, our marriage hour,
With all the cunning manner of our flight,
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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.
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PROTEUS Go on before; I shall enquire you forth.
I must unto the road, to disembark
Some necessaries that I needs must use,
And then I’ll presently attend you.
VALENTINE Will you make haste?
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PROTEUS I will. Exit Valentine.
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
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Is it mine eye, or Valentinus’ praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me reasonless, to reason thus?
She is fair; and so is Julia that I love –
That I did love, for now my love is thaw’d,
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