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
Pro. Who then? his Spirit?
Val. Neither, Pro. What then?
Val. Nothing
Lau. Can nothing speake? Master, shall I strike?
Pro. Who wouldst thou strike?
Lau. Nothing
Pro. Villaine, forbeare
Lau. Why Sir, Ile strike nothing: I pray you
Pro. Sirha, I say forbeare: friend Valentine, a word
Val. My eares are stopt, & cannot hear good newes, So much of bad already hath possest them
Pro. Then in dumbe silence will I bury mine, For they are harsh, vn-tuneable, and bad
Val. Is Siluia dead?
Pro. No, Valentine
Val. No Valentine indeed, for sacred Siluia, Hath she forsworne me?
Pro. No, Valentine
Val. No Valentine, if Siluia haue forsworne me.
What is your newes?
Lau. Sir, there is a proclamation, y you are vanished
Pro. That thou art banish"d: oh that"s the newes, From hence, from Siluia, and from me thy friend
Val. Oh, I haue fed vpon this woe already, And now excesse of it will make me surfet.
Doth Siluia know that I am banish"d?
Pro. I, I: and she hath offered to the doome (Which vn-reuerst stands in effectuall force) A Sea of melting pearle, which some call teares; Those at her fathers churlish feete she tenderd, With them vpon her knees, her humble selfe, Wringing her hands, whose whitenes so became them, As if but now they waxed pale for woe: But neither bended knees, pure hands held vp, Sad sighes, deepe grones, nor siluer-shedding teares Could penetrate her vncompa.s.sionate Sire; But Valentine, if he be tane, must die.
Besides, her intercession chaf"d him so, When she for thy repeale was suppliant, That to close prison he commanded her, With many bitter threats of biding there
Val. No more: vnles the next word that thou speak"st Haue some malignant power vpon my life: If so: I pray thee breath it in mine eare, As ending Antheme of my endlesse dolor
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not helpe, And study helpe for that which thou lament"st, Time is the Nurse, and breeder of all good; Here, if thou stay, thou canst not see thy loue: Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life: Hope is a louers staffe, walke hence with that And manage it, against despairing thoughts: Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence, Which, being writ to me, shall be deliuer"d Euen in the milke-white bosome of thy Loue.
The time now serues not to expostulate, Come, Ile conuey thee through the City-gate.
And ere I part with thee, confer at large Of all that may concerne thy Loue-affaires: As thou lou"st Siluia (though not for thy selfe) Regard thy danger, and along with me
Val. I pray thee Launce, and if thou seest my Boy Bid him make haste, and meet me at the North-gate
Pro. Goe sirha, finde him out: Come Valentine
Val. Oh my deere Siluia; haplesse Valentine
Launce. I am but a foole, looke you, and yet I haue the wit to thinke my Master is a kinde of a knaue: but that"s all one, if he be but one knaue: He liues not now that knowes me to be in loue, yet I am in loue, but a Teeme of horse shall not plucke that from me: nor who "tis I loue: and yet "tis a woman; but what woman, I will not tell my selfe: and yet "tis a Milke-maid: yet "tis not a maid: for shee hath had Gossips: yet "tis a maid, for she is her Masters maid, and serues for wages. Shee hath more qualities then a Water-Spaniell, which is much in a bare Christian: Heere is the Catelog of her Condition. Inprimis. Shee can fetch and carry: why a horse can doe no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch, but onely carry, therefore is shee better then a Iade. Item.
She can milke, looke you, a sweet vertue in a maid with cleane hands
Speed. How now Signior Launce? what newes with your Mastership?
La. With my Mastership? why, it is at Sea: Sp. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word: what newes then in your paper?
La. The black"st newes that euer thou heard"st
Sp. Why man? how blacke?
La. Why, as blacke as Inke
Sp. Let me read them?
La. Fie on thee Iolt-head, thou canst not read
Sp. Thou lyest: I can
La. I will try thee: tell me this: who begot thee?
Sp. Marry, the son of my Grand-father
La. Oh illiterate loyterer; it was the sonne of thy Grand-mother: this proues that thou canst not read
Sp. Come foole, come: try me in thy paper
La. There: and S[aint]. Nicholas be thy speed
Sp. Inprimis she can milke
La. I that she can
Sp. Item, she brewes good Ale