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I highly recommend this book to anyone who really wants to learn about love. Go to Amazon. Back to top. Get to Know Us. Audible Download Audio Books. DPReview Digital Photography. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know Madam Sylvia? She that your Worship loves? Why, how know you that I am in love? Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent; to relish a love song like a robin redbreast; to walk alone like one that had the pestilence; to sigh like a schoolboy that had lost his ABC; to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas.

You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions. When you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money. And now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Are all these things perceived in me? They are all perceived without you. Without me? They cannot. Without you? Nay, that's certain, for without you were so simple, none else would. But you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you and shine through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.

But tell me, dost thou know my Lady Sylvia? She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper? Hast thou observed that?

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Even she I mean. Why, sir, I know her not. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her and yet know'st her not? Is she not hard-favored, sir? Not so fair, boy, as well-favored. Sir, I know that well enough. What dost thou know? That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favored. I mean that her beauty is exquisite but her favor infinite. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. How painted? And how out of count? Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.

You never saw her since she was deformed. How long hath she been deformed? Ever since you loved her. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful. If you love her, you cannot see her. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes, or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!

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What should I see then? Your own present folly and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose. Belike, boy, then you are in love, for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. True, sir, I was in love with my bed.

I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. I would you were set, so your affection would cease. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves. And have you? I have. Are they not lamely writ? No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace, here she comes. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. O, give ye good ev'n! Here's a million of manners. Sir Valentine, and servant, to you two thousand. He should give her interest, and she gives it him.

As you enjoined me, I have writ your letter Unto the secret, nameless friend of yours, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in But for my duty to your Ladyship. I thank you, gentle servant, 'tis very clerkly done. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off, For, being ignorant to whom it goes, I writ at random, very doubtfully. Perchance you think too much of so much pains? No, madam. So it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much, And yet-- A pretty period. And yet take this again. And yet I thank you, Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

And yet you will; and yet another yet.

What means your Ladyship? Do you not like it? Yes, yes, the lines are very quaintly writ, But, since unwillingly, take them again. Nay, take them. Madam, they are for you. Ay, ay. You writ them, sir, at my request, But I will none of them. They are for you. I would have had them writ more movingly.

Please you, I'll write your Ladyship another. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over, And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. If it please me, madam? What then? Why, if it please you, take it for your labor. And so good-morrow, servant. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

O excellent device! Was there ever heard a better? That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter? How now, sir? What, are you reasoning with yourself? Nay, I was rhyming. To do what? To be a spokesman from Madam Sylvia. To whom? To yourself.

Why, she woos you by a figure. What figure? By a letter, I should say. Why, she hath not writ to me! What need she when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? No, believe me. No believing you indeed, sir. But did you perceive her earnest?

She gave me none, except an angry word. Why, she hath given you a letter. That's the letter I writ to her friend. And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end. I would it were no worse.

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I'll warrant you, 'tis as well. For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply, Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover. All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? I have dined. Ay, but hearken, sir, though the chameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals and would fain have meat.

O, be not like your mistress! Be moved, be moved. Have patience, gentle Julia. I must where is no remedy. When possibly I can, I will return. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Why, then we'll make exchange. Here, take you this. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. Here is my hand for my true constancy. And when that hour o'erslips me in the day Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness.

My father stays my coming. Answer not. The tide is now--nay, not thy tide of tears; That tide will stay me longer than I should. Julia, farewell. What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. Sir Proteus, you are stayed for. I come, I come. Alas, this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. Nay,'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Lances have this very fault. I have received my proportion like the Prodigious Son and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court.

I think Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pibble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father.

No, this left shoe is my father; no, no, this left shoe is my mother. Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole. This shoe with the hole in it is my mother; and this my father. A vengeance on 't, there 'tis! Now sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog. No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog. O, the dog is me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: Father, your blessing. Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping.

Now should I kiss my father. Well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O, that she could speak now like a wold woman! Well, I kiss her. Why, there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister. Mark the moan she makes! Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word. But see how I lay the dust with my tears. Lance, away, away! Thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? Why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass. You'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer. It is no matter if the tied were lost, for it is the unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

What's the unkindest tide? Why, he that's tied here, Crab my dog. Tut, man. I mean thou 'lt lose the flood and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master and, in losing thy master, lose thy service and, in losing thy service-- Why dost thou stop my mouth? For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

Where should I lose my tongue? In thy tale. In thy tail! Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tied. Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. Come away, man. I was sent to call thee. Sir, call me what thou dar'st. Wilt thou go? Well, I will go. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Ay, boy, it's for love. Not of you. Of my mistress, then. Servant, you are sad. Indeed, madam, I seem so. Seem you that you are not?

Haply I do. So do counterfeits. So do you. What seem I that I am not? What instance of the contrary? Your folly. And how quote you my folly? I quote it in your jerkin. My jerkin is a doublet. Well, then, I'll double your folly. What, angry, Sir Thurio? Do you change color? Give him leave, madam. He is a kind of chameleon. That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your air. You have said, sir. Ay, sir, and done too for this time. I know it well, sir. You always end ere you begin. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. We thank the giver. Who is that, servant?

Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's looks and spends what he borrows kindly in your company. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. You have an exchequer of words and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers, for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words.

No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my father. Now, daughter Sylvia, you are hard beset. What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed.

Hath he not a son? Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves The honor and regard of such a father. You know him well? I knew him as myself, for from our infancy We have conversed and spent our hours together, And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection, Yet hath Sir Proteus--for that's his name-- Made use and fair advantage of his days: His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe; And in a word--for far behind his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow-- He is complete in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counselor. Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me With commendation from great potentates, And here he means to spend his time awhile. I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Should I have wished a thing, it had been he. Welcome him then according to his worth. Sylvia, I speak to you--and you, Sir Thurio. For Valentine, I need not cite him to it. I will send him hither to you presently. This is the gentleman I told your Ladyship Had come along with me but that his mistress Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.

Belike that now she hath enfranchised them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still. Nay, then, he should be blind, and being blind How could he see his way to seek out you? Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. They say that Love hath not an eye at all. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself. Upon a homely object, Love can wink. Have done, have done. Here comes the gentleman. Welcome, dear Proteus. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wished to hear from. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your Ladyship.

Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.


Leave off discourse of disability. Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. And duty never yet did want his meed. Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. I'll die on him that says so but yourself. That you are welcome? That you are worthless. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me. I'll leave you to confer of home affairs. When you have done, we look to hear from you. We'll both attend upon your Ladyship. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came?

Your friends are well and have them much commended. And how do yours? I left them all in health. How does your lady? And how thrives your love? My tales of love were wont to weary you. I know you joy not in a love discourse. Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now. I have done penance for contemning Love, Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heartsore sighs, For in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

O gentle Proteus, Love's a mighty lord And hath so humbled me as I confess There is no woe to his correction, Nor, to his service, no such joy on Earth.

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Now, no discourse except it be of love. Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep Upon the very naked name of Love. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. Was this the idol that you worship so? Even she. And is she not a heavenly saint? No, but she is an earthly paragon. Call her divine. I will not flatter her. O, flatter me, for love delights in praises. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills, And I must minister the like to you. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the Earth. Except my mistress.

Sweet, except not any, Except thou wilt except against my love. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignified with this high honor-- To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favor growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly.

Why, Valentine, what braggartism is this? Pardon me, Proteus, all I can is nothing To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing. She is alone-- Then let her alone. Not for the world! Why, man, she is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Forgive me that I do not dream on thee, Because thou seest me dote upon my love. My foolish rival, that her father likes Only for his possessions are so huge, Is gone with her along, and I must after, For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

But she loves you? Ay, and we are betrothed; nay more, our marriage hour, With all the cunning manner of our flight Determined of: how I must climb her window, The ladder made of cords, and all the means Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness. Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber, In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel. Go on before. I shall inquire you forth. I must unto the road to disembark Some necessaries that I needs must use, And then I'll presently attend you.

Will you make haste? I will.

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Even as one heat another heat expels, Or as one nail by strength drives out another, So the remembrance of my former love Is by a newer object quite forgotten. Is it mine eye, or Valentine's praise, Her true perfection, or my false transgression, That makes me reasonless to reason thus? She is fair, and so is Julia that I love-- That I did love, for now my love is thawed, Which like a waxen image 'gainst a fire Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold, And that I love him not as I was wont. O, but I love his lady too too much, And that's the reason I love him so little. How shall I dote on her with more advice That thus without advice begin to love her? If I can check my erring love, I will; If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. Lance, by mine honesty, welcome to Padua. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always: that a man is never undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the Hostess say welcome.

Come on, you madcap. I'll to the alehouse with you presently, where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with Madam Julia? Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. But shall she marry him? How then? Contact Center Services —We help organizations strategize how contact centers can be positioned at the forefront to allow customers to access services and information anywhere, at any time, using any medium.

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