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[Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS]
DUKE
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Sir Thur|io, give | us leave |(I pray)| awhile,
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We have | some sec|rets to | confer | about.
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Now tell | me Prot|eus, what's | your will | with
me?
PROTEUS
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My gra|cious lord,| that which I | would
di|scover,
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The law | of friend|ship bids | me to | conceal,
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But when | I call | to mind | your gra|cious
fav||ors
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Done | to me |(unde|serving | as I am)
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My du|ty pricks | me on | to ut|ter that
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Which^else,| no world|ly good | should draw |
from me.
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Know^(worth|y prince)| Sir Val|entine | my friend
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This night | intends | to steal | away | your
daugh||ter:
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Myself | am one | made pri/vy to | the plot.
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2->
I know | you have | deter|mined to | bestow ||
her
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On Thur|io, whom | your gent|le daught|er hates,
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And should | she thus | be stolen | away | from
you,
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It would | be much | vexa|tion to | your age.
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Thus (for | my du|ty's sake)| I rath|er chose
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To cross | my friend | in his | intended drift,
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Than (by | conceal|ing it)| heap on | your head
,
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A pack | of sor|rows, which | would press | you
down
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(Being un|prevent|ed) to | your time|less grave.
DUKE
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Proteus,| I thank | thee for | thine^hon|est
care,
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Which to | requite,| command | me while | I live.
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This love | of theirs | myself | have of|ten
seen,
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Haply | when they | have judged | me fast |
asleep,
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And of|tentimes | have pur|posed to | forbid
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Sir Val|entine | her comp|any, and | my court.
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But fear|ing lest | my jeal|ous aim | might err,
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And so |(unworth|ily)| disgrace | the man
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(A rash|ness that | I ev|er yet | have shunned)
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I gave | him gent|le looks,| thereby | to find
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That which | thyself | hast now | disclosed | to
me.
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And that | thou mayst | perceive | my fear | of
this,
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Knowing that | tender | youth is | soon
sug|gested,
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I night|ly lodge | her in | an up|per tower,
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The key | whereof | myself | have ev|er kept:
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And thence | she can|not be | conveyed | away.
PROTEUS
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Know (noble lord)| they have | devised | a mean
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How he | her chamb|er-wind|ow will | ascend,
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And with | a cord|ed lad|der fetch | her down:
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For which | the youth|ful lov|er now | is gone,
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And this | way comes | he with | it pres|ently.
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Where (if it | please you)| you may | inter|cept
him.
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But (good | my Lord)| do it | so cun|ningly
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That my | discov|ery | be not | aimed at:
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For love | of you,| not hate un|to my friend,
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Hath made | me pub|lisher | of this / pretense.
DUKE
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Upon | mine^hon|or, he | shall nev|er know
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That I | had an|y light | from thee | of this.
PROTEUS
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Adieu,| my lord,| Sir Val|entine is | coming.
[Exit. Enter VALENTINE]
DUKE
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Sir Val|entine,| whither | away | so fast?
VALENTINE
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Please it | your grace,| there is | a mes|senger
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That stays | to bear | my let|ters to | my
friends,
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And I | am going | to deliv|er them.
DUKE
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Be | they of much | import?
VALENTINE
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The ten|or of | them doth | but sig|nify
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My health,| and hap|py be|ing at | your court.
DUKE
,
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Nay then | no mat|ter: stay | with me | a while,
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I am | to break | with thee | of some | affairs
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That touch | me near:| wherein | thou must | be
sec||ret.
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'Tis | not^unknown | to thee,| that I | have
sought
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To match | my friend | Sir Thur|io, to | my
daugh||ter.
VALENTINE
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I know | it well |(my Lord)| and sure | the match
,
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Were rich | and hon|orable:| besides,| the
gent|leman
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Is full | of vir|tue, boun|ty, worth,| and
qual|ities (hex with prev)
,
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Beseem|ing such | a wife | as your fair |
daughter:
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Cannot | your Grace | win her | to fan|cy him?
DUKE
T T T
2 , ,
, ->
No, trust me,| she is peev|ish, sul|len,
fro||ward,
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Proud,| disobed|ient, stub|born, lack|ing dut||y,
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Neith|er regard|ing that | she is | my child,
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Nor fear|ing me,| as if I | were her | father:
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And may | I say | to thee,| this pride | of hers
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(Upon | advice)| hath drawn | my love | from her,
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And where | I thought | the rem|nant of |
mine^age
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Should have been | cherished | by her / child-like
| duty,
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I now | am full | resolved | to take | a wife,
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And turn | her out,| to who | will take | her in:
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Then let | her beaut|y be | her wed|ding-dower:
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For me,| and my | posses|sions^she e/steems not.
VALENTINE
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What would | your Grace | have me | to do | in
this?
DUKE
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There^is | a la|dy in | Veron|a here
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Whom^I | affect:| but she | is nice,| and coy,
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And nought | esteems | my ag|ed el|oquence.
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Now* there|fore would | I have | thee to my |
tutor
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(For long | agone | I have | forgot | to court,
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Besides | the fash|ion of | the time | is
changed)
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How, and | which^way | I may | bestow | myself
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To be | regard|ed in her // sun-bright eye.
VALENTINE
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Win her | with gifts,| if she | respect | not
words,
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Dumb jewels of|ten in | their sil|ent kind
,
T T . T
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More than | quick words, do move | a wom|an's
mind.
DUKE
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o
But she | did scorn | a pres|ent that | I sent |
her.
VALENTINE
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o
A wom|an some|times^scorns | what best | contents
| her. (hex with prev)
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Send her | anoth|er: nev|er give | her ore,
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For scorn | at first,| makes^aft|er-love | the
more.
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If she | do frown,| 'tis not | in hate | of you,
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T ,
But rath|er to | beget more love | in you.
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If she | do chide,| 'tis not | to have | you
gone,
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For why,| the fools | are mad,| if left | alone.
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Take^no | repulse,| whatev|er she | doth say,
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For, get | you gone,| she doth | not mean | away.
x
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Flatter, and | praise, com|mend, ex|tol their |
graces:
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Though nere | so black,| say they have | angels'|
faces,
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o
That man | that hath | a tongue,| I say | is no |
man,
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If with | his tongue | he can|not win | a wom|an.
(hex with prev)
DUKE
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But she | I mean,| is prom|ised by | her friends
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Unto | a youth|ful gent|leman | of worth,
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And kept | severe|ly from | resort | of men,
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That no | man hath | access*| by day | to her.
VALENTINE
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Why then | I would | resort | to her | by night.
DUKE
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T T T
Aye, but the | doors be | locked, and | keys kept
safe,
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That no | man hath | recourse | to her | by
night.
VALENTINE
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2->
What lets | but one | may ent|er at | her
win||dow?
DUKE
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Her chamb|er is | aloft,| far from | the ground,
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And built | so shelv/ing, that | one *can|not climb it
??
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Without | appar|ent haz|ard of | his life.
VALENTINE
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Why then | a lad|der quaint|ly made | of cords
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To cast | up, with | a pair | of anch|oring
hooks,
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Would serve | to scale | anoth|er He|ro's tower,
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So bold | Leand|er would | advent|ure it.
DUKE
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Now as | thou art | a gent|leman | of blood
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Advise | me, where | I may | have such | a
lad||der.
VALENTINE
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2 ,
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When | would you use | it? Pray | sir, tell | me
that.
DUKE
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This ve|ry night;| for Love | is like | a child
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That longs | for eve|rything | that he | can
come || by.
VALENTINE
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2->
By seven | o'clock,| I'll get | you such | a
lad||der.
DUKE
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But hark | thee: I | will go | to her | alone,
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How shall I | best con|vey the | ladder |
thither?
VALENTINE
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It will be | light (my | lord) that | you may |
bear it
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Under | a cloak,| that is | of an|y length.
DUKE
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A cloak | as long | as thine | will serve | the
turn?
VALENTINE
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Aye my | good* lord.
DUKE
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Then let | me see | thy cloak,
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I'll get | me one | of such | anoth|er length.
VALENTINE
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Why an|y cloak | will serve | the turn (my lord).
DUKE
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How shall | I fash|ion me | to wear | a cloak?
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I pray | thee let me | feel thy | cloak u|pon me.
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What letter | is this same?| What's^here?| To
Silv|ia?
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And here | an en|gine fit | for my |
proceed||ing.
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I'll | be so bold | to break | the seal | for
once.
[Reads]
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My thoughts | do har|bor with | my Silv|ia
night|ly,
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And slaves | they are | to me,| that send | them
fly|ing.
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o
Oh, could | their mast|er come,| and go | as
light|ly,
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Himself | would lodge | where (sense|less) they |
are ly|ing.
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o
My her|ald thoughts,| in thy | pure bos|om rest |
them,
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While I |(their king)| that hith|er them |
impor|tune
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o
Do curse | the grace,| that with | such grace |
hath blessed | them,
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o
Because | myself | do want | my serv|ants'
for|tune.
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I curse | myself,| for they | are sent | by me,
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That they | should har|bor where | their lord |
would be.
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What's^here? \\
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T T T
Silvi|a, this | night I | will en|franchise thee.
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'Tis so:| and here's | the lad|der for | the
pur||pose.
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Why Phae|ton (for thou | art Mer|ops' son)
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Wilt thou | aspire | to guide | the heaven|ly
car?
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And with | thy dar|ing fol|ly burn | the world?
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Wilt thou | reach^stars,| because | they shine |
on thee?
T T . T
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Go base intru|der, ov|erween|ing slave,
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Bestow | thy fawn|ing smiles | on e|qual mates,
,
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And think | my pa|tience, (more | than thy |
desert)
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Is pri|vilege | for thy | depart|ure hence.
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Thank me | for this,| more than for | all the |
favors
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Which^(all | too* much)| I have | bestowed | on
thee.
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But if | thou ling|er in | my ter|ritories
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Longer | than swift|est ex|pedi|tion
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Will give | thee time | to leave | our roy|al
court,
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By heaven,| my wrath | shall far | exceed | the
love
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I ev|er bore | my daught|er, or | thyself.
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Begone,| I will | not hear | thy vain | excuse,
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But as | thou lovst | thy life,| make speed |
from hence.
[Exit]
VALENTINE
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And why | not death,| rather than | living |
torment?
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To die,| is to | be ban|ished from | myself,
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And Silv|ia is | myself:| banished | from her
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Is self | from self.| A dead|ly ban|ishment:
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What light,| is light,| if Silv|ia be | not seen?
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What joy | is joy,| if Silv|ia be | not by?
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Unless | it be | to think | that she is | by
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And || feed u|pon the | shadow | of
per|fection.
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Except | I be | by Silv|ia in | the night,
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There^is | no mus|ic in | the night|ingale.
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Unless | I look | on Silv|ia in | the day,
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There is | no day | for me | to look | upon.
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She is | my es|sence, and | I leave | to be;
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If I | be not | by her / fair in|fluence
,
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Fostered,| illum|ined, cher|ished, kept | alive.
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I fly | not death,| to fly | his dead|ly doom,
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Tarry | I here,| I but | attend | on death,
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But fly | I hence,| I fly | away | from life.
[Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE]
PROTEUS
Run (boy) run, run, and seek him out.
LAUNCE
Soho, soho--
PROTEUS
What seest thou?
LAUNCE
Him we go to find,
There's not a hair on his head, but 'tis a Valentine.
PROTEUS
Valentine?
VALENTINE
No.
PROTEUS
Who then? his spirit?
VALENTINE
Neither.
PROTEUS
What then?
VALENTINE
Nothing.
LAUNCE
Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?
PROTEUS
Who wouldst thou strike?
LAUNCE
Nothing.
PROTEUS
Villain, forbear.
LAUNCE
Why sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you.
PROTEUS
Sirrah, I say forbear: friend Valentine, a word.
VALENTINE
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T
My ears | are stopped,| and cannot | hear good
news,
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2->
So much | of bad | alrea|dy hath | possessed ||
them.
PROTEUS
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Then in | dumb sil/ence will | I bu|ry mine,
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For they | are harsh,| untune|able, | and bad.
VALENTINE
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Is Silv/ia | dead?
PROTEUS
T T ,
No, Val|entine.
VALENTINE
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, ,
, 2 ->
No Val|entine | indeed,| for sac|red Silv||ia,
,
2 ,
Hath | she forsworn | me?
PROTEUS
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No,| Valen|tine.
VALENTINE
<- , ,
, 2 , ,
No*|| Valen|tine, if | Silvia | have for|sworn
me.
,
,
What is | your news?
LAUNCE
<- ,
, , , , , , ,
Sir, there | is a | proc||lama|tion, | that
you | are van|ished.
PROTEUS
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That thou | art ban|ished:| oh that's | the news,
, , 2
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From hence,| from Silv|ia, and | from me | thy
friend.
VALENTINE
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Oh, I have | fed u|pon this | woe al|ready,
, ,
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,
And now | excess^|of it will | make me |
surfeit.
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Doth Sil|via know | that I | am ban|ished?
PROTEUS
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Aye, aye: and she | hath of|fered to | the doom
, ,
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(Which^un|reversed | stands in | effec|tual
force)
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A sea | of melt|ing pearl,| which some | call*
tears;
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Those at her | father's | churlish | feet she |
tendered,
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With them | upon | her knees,| her hum|ble self,
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Wringing her | hands, whose^|whiteness | so
be|came them,
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As if | but now | they wax|ed pale | for woe:
, , , T T
T __
But neith|er bend|ed knees,| pure hands held |
up,
T T T
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Sad sighs, deep | groans, nor | silver-|shedding
| tears (hex with prev)
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Could pen|etrate | her un|compas|sionate sire;
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But Val|entine,| if he | be tane,| must die.
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Besides,| her int|erces|sion chafed | him so,
,
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When she | for thy | repeal | was sup|pliant,
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That to / close pris|on he | command|ed her,
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With ma|ny bit|ter threats | of bid|ing there.
VALENTINE
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No more:| unless | the next | word that | thou
speakst
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Have some | malig|nant power | upon | my life:
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If so:| I pray | thee breathe | it in | mine^ear,
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As ending anth|em of | my end|less dol||or.
PROTEUS
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2 , , ,
,
Cease | to lament | for that | thou canst | not
help,
,
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And stu|dy help | for that | which thou |
lamentst.
,
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, ,
Time is | the nurse,| and breed|er of / all good;
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,
Here, if | thou stay,| thou canst | not see | thy
love:
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Besides,| thy stay|ing will | abridge | thy life:
,
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, ,
Hope is | a lov|er's staff,| walk hence | with
that
,
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, ,
And man|age it,| against | despair|ing thoughts:
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,
Thy let|ters may | be here,| though thou | art
hence,
, 2
, ,
, ,
Which, being | writ to | me, shall | be
de|livered
x 2
T T T ,
,
Even in the | milk-white bos|om of | thy love.
, T
T T 2 ,
,
The time | now serves not | to expos|tulate,
,
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,
Come, I'll | convey | thee through | the
ci|ty-gate.
,
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,
And ere | I part | with thee,| confer | at large
, ,
, , ,
Of all | that may | concern | thy love-|affairs:
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2 ,
, ,
As thou | lovst^Silv|ia (though | not for | thyself)
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Regard | thy dang|er, and | along | with me.
VALENTINE
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,
I pray | thee Launce,| and if | thou seest | my
boy
T . T T
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,
Bid him make haste,| and meet | me at the /
North-gate.
PROTEUS
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,
Go* sir|rah, find | him out:| Come* Val|entine.
VALENTINE
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,
O my | dear* Silv|ia; hap|less Val|entine.
[Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS]
LAUNCE
I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think my master is a
kind of a knave: but that's all one, if he be but one knave: He lives not
now that knows me to be in love, yet I am in love, but a team of horse shall
not pluck that from me: nor who 'tis I love: and yet 'tis a woman: but what
woman, I will not tell myself: and yet 'tis a milkmaid: yet 'tis not a maid:
for she hath had gossips: yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's maid, and
serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel, which is
much in a bare Christian:
Here is the catalog of her condition. Imprimis. She can fetch and carry: why a horse can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only carry,
therefore is she better than a jade. Item. She can milk, look you, a sweet
virtue in a maid with clean hands.
SPEED
How now Signior Launce? what news with your mastership?
LAUNCE
With my master's ship? why, it is at sea:
SPEED
Well, your old vice still: mistake the word: what news then in your paper?
LAUNCE
The blackest news that ever thou heardest.
SPEED
Why man? how black?
LAUNCE
Why, as black as ink.
SPEED
Let me read them?
LAUNCE
Fie on thee jolt-head, thou canst not read.
SPEED
Thou liest: I can.
LAUNCE
I will try thee: Tell me this: who begot thee?
SPEED
Marry, the son of my grandfather.
LAUNCE
O illiterate loiterer; it was the son of thy grandmother: this proves that
thou canst not read.
SPEED
Come fool, come: try me in thy paper.
LAUNCE
There: and Saint Nicholas be thy speed.
SPEED
Imprimis she can milk.
LAUNCE
Aye that she can.
SPEED
Item, She brews good ale.
LAUNCE
And thereof comes the proverb: (Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.)
SPEED
Item, She can sew.
LAUNCE
That's as much as to say (Can she so?)
SPEED
Item she can knit.
LAUNCE
What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a
stock?
SPEED
Item, She can wash and scour.
LAUNCE
A special virtue: for then she need not be washed and scoured.
SPEED
Item, She can spin.
LAUNCE
Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living.
SPEED
Item, She hath many nameless virtues.
LAUNCE
That's as much as to say bastard virtues: that indeed know not their
fathers; and therefore have no names.
SPEED
Here follow her vices.
LAUNCE
Close at the heels of her virtues.
SPEED
Item, She is not to be fasting in respect of her breath.
LAUNCE
Well: that fault may be mended with a breakfast: Read on.
SPEED
Item, She hath a sweet mouth.
LAUNCE
That makes amends for her sour breath.
SPEED
Item, She doth talk in her sleep.
LAUNCE
It's no matter for that; so she sleep not in her talk.
SPEED
Item, She is slow in words.
LAUNCE
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I pray thee out with it, and place it for her chief
virtue.
SPEED
Item, She is proud.
LAUNCE
Out with that too:
It was Eve's legacy, and cannot be tane from her.
SPEED
Item, she hath no teeth.
LAUNCE
I care not for that neither: because I love crusts.
SPEED
Item, She is cursed.
LAUNCE
Well: the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
SPEED
Item, She will often praise her liquor.
LAUNCE
If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I will; for good things
should be praised.
SPEED
Item, She is too liberal.
LAUNCE
Of her tongue she cannot; for that's writ down she is slow of: of her purse,
she shall not, for that I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and
that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
SPEED
Item, she hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more
wealth than faults.
LAUNCE
Stop there: I'll have her: she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in
that last article: Rehearse that once more.
SPEED
Item, She hath more hair than wit.
LAUNCE
More hair than wit: It may be I'll prove it: The cover of the salt, hides
the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the
wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less: What's next?
SPEED
And more faults than hairs.
LAUNCE
That's monstrous: oh that that were out.
SPEED
And more wealth than faults.
LAUNCE
Why that word makes the faults gracious:
Well I'll have her: and if it be
a match, as nothing is impossible,
SPEED
What then?
LAUNCE
Why then, will I tell thee, that thy master stays for thee at the
North-gate.
SPEED
For me?
LAUNCE
For thee? Aye, who art thou? he hath stayed for a better man than thee.
SPEED
And must I go to him?
LAUNCE
Thou must run to him; for thou hast stayed so long, that going will scarce
serve the turn.
SPEED
Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love letters.
LAUNCE
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will
thrust himself into secrets: I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
[Exit]