What fay you to a Letter from your Friends Of much good News? Val. My Lord, I will be thankful To any Messenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your Countryman? Val. Ay, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman To be of Worth, and worthy Eftimation, And not without Defert fo well reputed. Duke. Hath he not, a Son? Val. Ay, my good Lord, a Son that well deferves Val. I knew him as my felf, for from our Infancy. To clothe mine Age with Angel-like Perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he make this good, As meet to be an Emperor's Counsellor: Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. I will fend him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke. Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladyship Upon fome other Pawn for Fealty. Val. Nay fure, I think fhe holds them Prifoners ftill. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and being blind, How could he fee his Way to feek out you? Val. Why Lady, Love hath twenty Pair of Eyes. Thu. They fay that Love hath not an Eye at all. Val. To fee fuch Lovers, Thurio, as your felf: Upon a homely Object Love can wink. Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the Gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: Miftrefs, I befeech you Confirm this Welcome with fome fpecial Favour. Sil. His Worth is Warrant for his Welcome hither, Sil. That you are welcome? Pro. That you are worthless. Thu. Madam, my Lord, your Father, would fpeak with you. Sil. I wait upon his Pleafure: 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. Pro. We'll both attend upon your Ladyfhip. [Ex. Sil. and Thu. Val. Now tell me how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your Friends are well, and have them much commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro. I left them all in Health. Val. How does your Lady? and how thrives your Love? Pro. My Tales of Love were wont to weary you; I know you joy not in a Love-discourse. Val. Ay, Protheus, but that Life is alter'd now; There is no Wo to his Correction; Nor to his Service, no fuch Joy on Earth. Pro. Enough: I read your Fortune in your Eye. Val. Even fhe; and is she not a heav'nly Saint? Val. Call her divine. Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O flatter me; for Love delights in Praise. Pro. When I was fick you gave me bitter Pills, And I muft minifter the like to you. Val. Then fpeak the Truth by her: If not divine, Soveraign to all the Creatures on the Earth. Val. Sweet, except not any, Except thou wilt except against my Love. Pro. Why, Valentine, what Bragadism is this? G 3 Pro. Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Not for the World: Why, Man, fhe is mine own, And I as rich in having fuch a Jewel, As twenty Seas, if all their Sand were Pearl, Is gone with her along, and I muft after; For Love, thou know'ft, is full of Jealoufie. Pro. But fhe loves you? Val. Ay,and we are betrothed; nay more,our Marriage Hour, With all the cunning manner of our Flight, Determin'd of; how I must climb her Window, Pro. I will. Even as one Heat another Heat expels, Or as one Nail by Strength drives out another; [Exit Val. That That thus without Advice begin to love her? SCENE V. Enter Speed and Launce. [Exit. Speed. Launce, by mine Honefty welcome to Padua. Laun. Forfwear not thy felf, fweet Youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a Man is never undone 'till he is hang'd, nor never welcome a to Place, 'till fome certain Shot be paid, and the Hoftefs fay Welcome. Speed. Come on, you Mad-cap; I'll to the Ale-house 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 clos'd in earneft, they parted very fairly in Jeft. Speed. But fhall she marry him? Laun. No. Speed. How then? Shall he Laun. No, neither. marry her? Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a Fish. Speed. Why then, how ftands the Matter with them? ftands well with her. Speed. What an Ass art thou? I understand thee not. Laun. What a Block art thou, that thou canst not? My Staff understands me. Speed. What thou fay'st? Laun. Ay, and what I do too: Look thee, I'll but lean, and my Staff understands me. Speed. It ftands under thee indeed. Laun. Why, ftand-under, and understand is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a Match? |