I did loue, for now my loue is thaw'd,
Which like a waxen Image 'gainst a fire
Beares no impression of the thing it was.)
Me thinkes my zeale to Valentine is cold,
And that I loue him not as I was wont:
O, but I loue his Lady too-too much,
And that's the reason I loue him so little.
How shall I doate on her with more aduice,
That thus without aduice begin to loue her?
'Tis but her picture I haue yet beheld,
And that hath dazel'd my reasons light:
But when I looke on her perfections,
There is no reason, but I shall be blinde.
If I can checke my erring loue, I will,
Enter Speed and Launce.
At thy seruice.
Launce, by mine honesty welcome to Padua.
Forsweare not thy selfe, sweet youth, for I am
not welcome. I reckon this alwaies, that a man is neuer
vndon till hee be hang'd, nor neuer welcome to a place,
till some certaine shot be paid, and the Hostesse say welcome.
Come-on you mad-cap: Ile to the Ale-house
with you presently; where, for one shot of fiue pence,
thou shalt haue fiue thousand welcomes: But sirha, how
did thy Master part with Madam Iulia?
Marry after they cloas'd in earnest, they parted
very fairely in iest.
But shall she marry him?
How then? shall he marry her?
What, are they broken?
No; they are both as whole as a fish.
Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Marry thus, when it stands well with him, it
stands well with her.
What an asse art thou, I vnderstand thee not.
What a blocke art thou, that thou canst not?
My staffe vnderstands me?
What thou saist?
I, and what I do too: looke thee, Ile but leane,
and my staffe vnderstands me.
It stands vnder thee indeed.
Why, stand-vnder: and vnder-stand is all one.
But tell me true, wil't be a match?
Aske my dogge, if he say I, it will: if hee say
no, it will: if hee shake his taile, and say nothing, it
The conclusion is then, that it will.
Thou shalt neuer get such a secret from me, but
by a parable.
'Tis well that I get it so: but Launce, how saist
thou that that my master is become a notable Louer?
I neuer knew him otherwise.
A notable Lubber: as thou reportest him to
Why, thou whorson Asse, thou mistak'st me.
Why Foole, I meant not thee, I meant thy
I tell thee, my Master is become a hot Louer.
Why, I tell thee, I care not, though hee burne
himselfe in Loue. If thou wilt goe with me to the Alehouse:
if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Iew, and not worth
the name of a Christian.
Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as
to goe to the Ale with a Christian: Wilt thou goe?
Enter Protheus solus.
To leaue my Iulia; shall I be forsworne?
To loue faire Siluia; shall I be forsworne?
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworne.
And ev'n that Powre which gaue me first my oath
Prouokes me to this three-fold periurie.
Loue bad mee sweare, and Loue bids me for-sweare;
O sweet-suggesting Loue, if thou hast sin'd,
Teach me (thy tempted subiect) to excuse it.
At first I did adore a twinkling Starre,
But now I worship a celestiall Sunne:
Vn-heedfull vowes may heedfully be broken,
And he wants wit, that wants resolued will,
To learne his wit, t' exchange the bad for better;
Fie, fie, vnreuerend tongue, to call her bad,
Whose soueraignty so oft thou hast preferd,
With twenty thousand soule-confirming oathes.
I cannot leaue to loue; and yet I doe:
But there I leaue to loue, where I should loue.
Iulia I loose, and Valentine I loose,
If I keepe them, I needs must loose my selfe:
If I loose them, thus finde I by their losse,
For Valentine, my selfe: for Iulia, Siluia.
I to my selfe am deerer then a friend,
For Loue is still most precious in it selfe,
And Siluia (witnesse heauen that made her faire)
Shewes Iulia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Iulia is aliue,
Remembring that my Loue to her is dead.
And Valentine Ile hold an Enemie,
Ayming at Siluia as a sweeter friend.
I cannot now proue constant to my selfe,
Without some treachery vs'd to Valentine.
This night he meaneth with a Corded-ladder
To climbe celestiall Siluia's chamber window,
My selfe in counsaile his competitor.
Now presently Ile giue her father notice
Of their disguising and pretended flight:
Who (all inrag'd) will banish Valentine:
For Thurio he intends shall wed his daughter,
But Valentine being gon, Ile quickely crosse
By some slie tricke, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding.
Loue lend me wings, to make my purpose swift