Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me while I liue.
This loue of theirs, my selfe haue often seene, Haply when they haue iudg"d me fast asleepe, And oftentimes haue purpos"d to forbid Sir Valentine her companie, and my Court.
But fearing lest my iealous ayme might erre, And so (vnworthily) disgrace the man (A rashnesse that I euer yet haue shun"d) I gaue him gentle lookes, thereby to finde That which thy selfe hast now disclos"d to me.
And that thou maist perceiue my feare of this, Knowing that tender youth is soone suggested, I nightly lodge her in an vpper Towre, The key whereof, my selfe haue euer kept: And thence she cannot be conuay"d away
Pro. Know (n.o.ble Lord) they haue deuis"d a meane How he her chamber-window will ascend, And with a Corded-ladder fetch her downe: For which, the youthfull Louer now is gone, And this way comes he with it presently.
Where (if it please you) you may intercept him.
But (good my Lord) doe it so cunningly That my discouery be not aimed at: For, loue of you, not hate vnto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence
Duke. Vpon mine Honor, he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this
Pro. Adiew, my Lord, Sir Valentine is comming
Duk. Sir Valentine, whether away so fast?
Val. Please it your Grace, there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends, And I am going to deliuer them
Duk. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health, and happy being at your Court
Duk. Nay then no matter: stay with me a while, I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere: wherein thou must be secret.
"Tis not vnknown to thee, that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio, to my daughter
Val. I know it well (my Lord) and sure the Match Were rich and honourable: besides, the gentleman Is full of Vertue, Bounty, Worth, and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife, as your faire daughter: Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him?
Duk. No, trust me, She is peeuish, sullen, froward, Prowd, disobedient, stubborne, lacking duty, Neither regarding that she is my childe, Nor fearing me, as if I were her father: And may I say to thee, this pride of hers (Vpon aduice) hath drawne my loue from her, And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish"d by her child-like dutie, I now am full resolu"d to take a wife, And turne her out, to who will take her in: Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre: For me, and my possessions she esteemes not
Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this?
Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect: but she is nice, and coy, And naught esteemes my aged eloquence.
Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor (For long agone I haue forgot to court, Besides the fashion of the time is chang"d) How, and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words, Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words, doe moue a womans minde
Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her, Val. A woman somtime scorns what best co[n]tents her.
Send her another: neuer giue her ore, For scorne at first, makes after-loue the more.
If she doe frowne, "tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more loue in you.
If she doe chide, "tis not to haue you gone, For why, the fooles are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, what euer she doth say, For, get you gon, she doth not meane away.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extoll their graces: Though nere so blacke, say they haue Angells faces, That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman
Duk. But she I meane, is promis"d by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth, And kept seuerely from resort of men, That no man hath accesse by day to her
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night
Duk. I, but the doores be lockt, and keyes kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night
Val. What letts but one may enter at her window?
Duk. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, And built so sheluing, that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life
Val. Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp, with a paire of anchoring hookes, Would serue to scale another Hero"s towre, So bold Leander would aduenture it
Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me, where I may haue such a Ladder
Val. When would you vse it? pray sir, tell me that
Duk. This very night; for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by
Val. By seauen a clock, ile get you such a Ladder
Duk But harke thee: I will goe to her alone, How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither?
Val. It will be light (my Lord) that you may beare it Vnder a cloake, that is of any length
Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne?
Val. I my good Lord
Duk. Then let me see thy cloake, Ile get me one of such another length
Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn (my Lord) Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake?
I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me.
What Letter is this same? what"s here? to Siluia?
And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding, Ile be so bold to breake the seale for once.
My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly, And slaues they are to me, that send them flying.
Oh, could their Master come, and goe as lightly, Himselfe would lodge where (senceles) they are lying.
My Herald Thoughts, in thy pure bosome rest-them, While I (their King) that thither them importune Doe curse the grace, that with such grace hath blest them, Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune.
I curse my selfe, for they are sent by me, That they should harbour where their Lord should be.
What"s here? Siluia, this night I will enfranchise thee.
"Tis so: and heere"s the Ladder for the purpose.
Why Phaeton (for thou art Merops sonne) Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car?
And with thy daring folly burne the world?
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?
Goe base Intruder, ouer-weening Slaue, Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates, And thinke my patience, (more then thy desert) Is priuiledge for thy departure hence.
Thanke me for this, more then for all the fauors Which (all too-much) I haue bestowed on thee.
But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court, By heauen, my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter, or thy selfe.
Be gone, I will not heare thy vaine excuse, But as thou lou"st thy life, make speed from hence
Val. And why not death, rather then liuing torment?
To die, is to be banisht from my selfe, And Siluia is my selfe: banish"d from her Is selfe from selfe. A deadly banishment: What light, is light, if Siluia be not seene?
What ioy is ioy, if Siluia be not by?
Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Siluia in the night, There is no musicke in the Nightingale.
Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day, There is no day for me to looke vpon.
Shee is my essence, and I leaue to be; If I be not by her faire influence Foster"d, illumin"d, cherish"d, kept aliue.
I flie not death, to flie his deadly doome, Tarry I heere, I but attend on death, But flie I hence, I flie away from life
Pro. Run (boy) run, run, and seeke him out
Lau. So-hough, Soa hough- Pro. What seest thou?
Lau. Him we goe to finde, There"s not a haire on"s head, but "tis a Valentine
Pro. Valentine?
Val. No