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To: Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell!

Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love.
He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me;
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you : Saw you my master ?
Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for

Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipped already ;
And I have played the sheep, in losing him.

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very
An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do.

Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether
I wake or sleep.

Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.

often stray,

1 The construction of this passage is, “ Let me hear from thee by letters to Milan.”

2 In Warwickshire, and some other counties, a sheep is pronounced a ship.

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Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follow's not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.

Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?

Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton ;' and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labor.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and

over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your

lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod ? ?

[SPEED nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I! why, that's noddy.

Speed. You mistook, sir. I say she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

Pro. And that set together is-noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear

with you.

Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

1 A term for a courtezan. 2 These words were supplied by Theobald to introduce what follows.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she ?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains : What said she ?

Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter · And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel.

Pro. What, said she nothing ?

Speed. No, not so much as—take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned' me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore :I must go send some better messenger; I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exeunt.


The same.

Garden of Julia's House

Enter Julia and LUCETTA.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?

1 Testens, or (as we now commonly call them) testers, from a head that was upon them, were coined in 1542. Sir H. Spelman says they were a French coin of the value of 18d.; and he does not know but that they might have gone for as much in England. They were afterwards reduced to 12d., 9d., and, finally, to sixpence.

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my

mind According to my shallow, simple skill.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour !

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine.

I Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure ?thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus,- -of many good I think him

Jul. Your reason?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on

him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small

. Luc. Fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love that do not show their love. Luc. 0, they love least, that let men know their love. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc.

Peruse this

paper, madam. Jul. To Julia.—Say, from whom ?


i Talk.

To censure, in Shakspeare's time, generally signified to give one's judgment or opinion.


That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? ?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from

Proteus :
He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,

I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper, see it be returned ;
Or else return no more into my sight.
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than

Jul. Will you be gone?

That you may ruminate. [Exit.
Jul. And


I would I had o'erlooked the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view! Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here ! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask permission for my folly past :What ho! Lucetta!

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