Pro. Gon, my good Lord
Du. My daughter takes his going grieuously?
Pro. A little time (my Lord) will kill that griefe
Du. So I beleeue: but Thurio thinkes not so: Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee, (For thou hast showne some signe of good desert) Makes me the better to confer with thee
Pro. Longer then I proue loyall to your Grace, Let me not liue, to looke vpon your Grace
Du. Thou know"st how willingly, I would effect The match betweene sir Thurio, and my daughter?
Pro. I doe my Lord
Du. And also, I thinke, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will?
Pro. She did my Lord, when Valentine was here
Du. I, and peruersly, she perseuers so: What might we doe to make the girle forget The loue of Valentine, and loue sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is, to slander Valentine, With falsehood, cowardize, and poore discent: Three things, that women highly hold in hate
Du. I, but she"ll thinke, that it is spoke in hate
Pro. I, if his enemy deliuer it.
Therefore it must with circ.u.mstance be spoken By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend
Du. Then you must vndertake to slander him
Pro. And that (my Lord) I shall be loath to doe: "Tis an ill office for a Gentleman, Especially against his very friend
Du. Where your good word cannot aduantage him, Your slander neuer can endamage him; Therefore the office is indifferent, Being intreated to it by your friend
Pro. You haue preuail"d (my Lord) if I can doe it By ought that I can speake in his dispraise, She shall not long continue loue to him: But say this weede her loue from Valentine, It followes not that she will loue sir Thurio
Th. Therefore, as you vnwinde her loue from him; Least it should rauell, and be good to none, You must prouide to bottome it on me: Which must be done, by praising me as much As you, in worth dispraise, sir Valentine
Du. And Protheus, we dare trust you in this kinde, Because we know (on Valentines report) You are already loues firme votary, And cannot soone reuolt, and change your minde.
Vpon this warrant, shall you haue accesse, Where you, with Siluia, may conferre at large.
For she is lumpish, heauy, mellancholly, And (for your friends sake) will be glad of you; Where you may temper her, by your perswasion, To hate yong Valentine, and loue my friend
Pro. As much as I can doe, I will effect: But you sir Thurio, are not sharpe enough: You must lay Lime, to tangle her desires By walefull Sonnets, whose composed Rimes Should be full fraught with seruiceable vowes
Du. I, much is the force of heauen-bred Poesie
Pro. Say that vpon the altar of her beauty You sacrifice your teares, your sighes, your heart: Write till your inke be dry: and with your teares Moist it againe: and frame some feeling line, That may discouer such integrity: For Orpheus Lute, was strung with Poets sinewes, Whose golden touch could soften steele and stones; Make Tygers tame, and huge Leuiathans Forsake vnsounded deepes, to dance on Sands.
After your dire-lamenting Elegies, Visit by night your Ladies chamber-window With some sweet Consort; To their Instruments Tune a deploring dumpe: the nights dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grieuance: This, or else nothing, will inherit her
Du. This discipline, showes thou hast bin in loue
Th. And thy aduice, this night, ile put in practise: Therefore, sweet Protheus, my direction-giuer, Let vs into the City presently To sort some Gentlemen, well skil"d in Musicke.
I haue a Sonnet, that will serue the turne To giue the on-set to thy good aduise
Du. About it Gentlemen
Pro. We"ll wait vpon your Grace, till after Supper, And afterward determine our proceedings
Du. Euen now about it, I will pardon you.
Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.
Enter Valentine, Speed, and certaine Out-lawes.
1.Outl. Fellowes, stand fast: I see a pa.s.senger
2.Out. If there be ten, shrinke not, but down with "em
3.Out. Stand sir, and throw vs that you haue about "ye.
If not: we"ll make you sit, and rifle you
Sp. Sir we are vndone; these are the Villaines That all the Trauailers doe feare so much
Val. My friends
1.Out. That"s not so, sir: we are your enemies
2.Out. Peace: we"ll heare him
3.Out. I by my beard will we: for he is a proper man
Val. Then know that I haue little wealth to loose; A man I am, cross"d with aduersitie: My riches, are these poore habiliments, Of which, if you should here disfurnish me, You take the sum and substance that I haue
2.Out. Whether trauell you?
Val. To Verona
1.Out. Whence came you?
Val. From Millaine
3.Out. Haue you long soiourn"d there?
Val. Some sixteene moneths, and longer might haue staid, If crooked fortune had not thwarted me
1.Out. What, were you banish"d thence?
Val. I was
2.Out. For what offence?
Val. For that which now torments me to rehea.r.s.e; I kil"d a man, whose death I much repent, But yet I slew him manfully, in fight, Without false vantage, or base treachery
1.Out. Why nere repent it, if it were done so; But were you banisht for so small a fault?
Val. I was, and held me glad of such a doome
2.Out. Haue you the Tongues?