The Key whereof my felf have ever kept; Pro. Know, noble Lord, they have devis'd a mean For love of you, not hate unto my Friend, Duke. Upon mine Honour, he shall never know Pro. Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming. [Ex. Pro. Duke. Sir Valentine, whether away so fast? Duke. Be they of much Import? Val. The Tenure of them doth but fignifie My Health, and happy being at your Court. Duke. Nay, then no matter; ftay with me a while; That touch me near; wherein thou must be fecret. Duke. No, truft me, she is peevish, fullen, froward, Upon fome other Pawn for Fealty. Val. Nay fure, I think fhe holds them Prifoners ftill. Sil. Nay, then he fhould 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. you Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the Gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: Miftrefs, I befeech Confirm this Welcome with fome fpecial Favour. Sil. His Worth is Warrant for his Welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wifh'd to hear from. Val. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet Lady, entertain him To be my Fellow-fervant to your Ladyfhip. Sil. Too low a Miftrefs for fo high a Servant. Pro. Not fo, fweet Lady; but too mean a Servant To have a Look of fuch a worthy Mistress. Val. Leave off Discourse of Disability: Sweet Lady entertain him for your Servant. Pro. My Duty will I boaft of, nothing else. Sil. And Duty never yet did want his Meed: Servant, you are welcome to a worthlefs Miftrefs. Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo but Sil. That you are welcome? Pro. That you are worthless. your felf. Thu. Madam, my Lord, your Father, would fpeak with you. When you have done, we look to hear from you. [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 I know you joy not in a Love-discourse. your Love? Fal. Val. Ay, Protheus, but that Life is alter'd now; my enthralled Eyes, And made them Watchers of mine own Heart's Sorrow. O gentle Protheus, Love's a mighty Lord, Nor to his Service, no fuch Joy on Earth. Pro. Enough: I read your Fortune in your Eye. Val. Even fhe; and is the 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, she is mine own, And I as rich in having fuch a Jewel, As twenty Seas, if all their Sand were Pearl, 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; Is by a newer Object quite forgotten: Is it mine then, or Valentino's Praise? Her true Perfection, or my falfe Tranfgreffion, [Exit Val. That That thus without Advice begin to love her? SCENE [Exit. V. Enter Speed and Launce. 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 fhalt have five thoufand Welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy Mafter part with Madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in Jeft. Speed. But fhall fhe marry him? Laun. No. Speed. How then? Shall he marry her? Laun. No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a Fifh. Speed. Why then, how ftands the Matter with them? Laun. Marry thus; when it ftands well with him, it ftands well with her. Speed. What an Afs 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? |