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James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].
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SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter Duke and Thurio; Proteus behind.

Duke.
Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Thu.
Since his exíle she hath despis'd me most,
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Duke.
This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice6 note


which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.—
How now, sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?

Pro.
Gone, my good lord.

Duke.
My daughter takes his going grievously7 note.

-- 88 --

Pro.
A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

Duke.
So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.—
Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
(For thou hast shewn some sign of good desert,)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro.
Longer than I prove loyal to your grace,
Let me not live to look upon your grace.

Duke.
Thou know'st, how willingly I would effect
The match between sir Thurio and my daughter.

Pro.
I do, my lord.

Duke.
And also, I think, thou art not ignorant
How she opposes her against my will.

Pro.
She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.

Duke.
Ay, and perversely she persévers so.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love sir Thurio?

Pro.
The best way is, to slander Valentine
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent;
Three things that women highly hold in hate.

Duke.
Ay, but she'll think, that it is spoke in hate.

Pro.
Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Therefore it must, with circumstance8 note, be spoken
By one, whom she esteemeth as his friend.

Duke.
Then you must undertake to slander him.

Pro.
And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do:
'Tis an ill office for a gentleman;
Especially, against his very friend9 note
.

Duke.
Where your good word cannot advantage him,
Your slander never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,

-- 89 --


Being entreated to it by your friend.

Pro.
You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,
By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say, this weed her love from Valentine,
It follows not that she will love sir Thurio.

Thu.
Therefore as you unwind her love1 note





from him,
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me:
Which must be done, by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.

Duke.
And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind;
Because we know, on Valentine's report,
You are already love's firm votary,
And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large;
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her2 note, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.

Pro.
As much as I can do, I will effect:—
But you, sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;

-- 90 --


You must lay lime3 note, to tangle her desires,
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhimes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Duke.
Ay,
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

Pro.
Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write, till your ink be dry; and with your tears
Moist it again; and frame some feeling line,
That may discover such integrity4 note


:—
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews5 note

;

-- 91 --


Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tygers tame, and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire-lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
With some sweet concert6 note






: to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump7 note

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; the night's dead silence

-- 92 --


Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her8 note




.

Duke.
This discipline shews thou hast been in love.

Thu.
And thy advice this night I'll put in practice:

-- 93 --


Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently
To sort9 note
some gentlemen well skill'd in musick:
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn,
To give the onset to thy good advice.

Duke.
About it, gentlemen.

Pro.
We'll wait upon your grace, till after supper;
And afterward determine our proceedings.

Duke.
Even now about it; I will pardon you1 note.
[Exeunt.

-- 94 --

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James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].
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