Under a cloak that is of any length.

DUKE. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
VALENTINE. Ay, my good lord.

DUKE. Then let me see thy cloak.
I'll get me one of such another length.

VALENTINE. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
DUKE. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?

I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'!

And here an engine fit for my proceeding!
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads]

'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying.

O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself would lodge where, senseless, they are lying!

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,
While I, their king, that thither them importune,

Do curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune.

I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord should be.'

What's here?
'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'

'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaethon- for thou art Merops' son-

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
And with thy daring folly burn the world?

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?
Go, base intruder, over-weening slave,

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates;
And think my patience, more than thy desert,

Is privilege for thy departure hence.
Thank me for this more than for all the favours

Which, all too much, I have bestow'd on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories

Longer than swiftest expedition
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.

Be gone; I will not hear thy vain excuse,
But, as thou lov'st thy life, make speed from hence. Exit

VALENTINE. And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish'd from myself,

And Silvia is myself; banish'd from her
Is self from self, a deadly banishment.

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?

Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.

Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon.

She is my essence, and I leave to be
If I be not by her fair influence

Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:

Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
But fly I hence, I fly away from life.

Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE
PROTEUS. Run, boy, run, run, seek him out.

LAUNCE. So-ho, so-ho!
PROTEUS. What seest thou?

LAUNCE. Him we go to find: there's not a hair on 's head but 'tis a
Valentine.

PROTEUS. Valentine?
VALENTINE. No.

PROTEUS. Who then? his spirit?
VALENTINE. Neither.

PROTEUS. What then?
VALENTINE. Nothing.

LAUNCE. Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?
PROTEUS. Who wouldst thou strike?

LAUNCE. Nothing.
PROTEUS. Villain, forbear.

LAUNCE. Why, sir, I'll strike nothing. I pray you-
PROTEUS. Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.

VALENTINE. My ears are stopp'd and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.

PROTEUS. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

VALENTINE. Is Silvia dead?
PROTEUS. No, Valentine.

VALENTINE. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.
Hath she forsworn me?

PROTEUS. No, Valentine.
VALENTINE. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.

What is your news?
LAUNCE. Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.

PROTEUS. That thou art banished- O, that's the news!-
From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.

VALENTINE. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.

Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
PROTEUS. Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom-

Which, unrevers'd, stands in effectual force-
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears;

Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
With them, upon her knees, her humble self,

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
As if but now they waxed pale for woe.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire-
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.

Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,

That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.

VALENTINE. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
Have some malignant power upon my life:

If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,
As endinganthem of my endless dolour.

PROTEUS. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
And study help for that which thou lament'st.

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay thou canst not see thy love;

Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk 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 deliver'd
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.

The time now serves not to expostulate.
Come, I'll convey thee through the city gate;

And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Of all that may concern thy love affairs.

As thou lov'st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me.

VALENTINE. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Bid him make haste and meet me at the Northgate.

PROTEUS. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.
VALENTINE. O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!

Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS
LAUNCE. I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think

my master is a kind of a knave; but that's all one if he be but
one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love; yet I am

in love; but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor
who 'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman I will not

tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet 'tis not a maid, for
she hath had gossips; yet 'tis a maid, for she is her master's

maid and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than a
water-spaniel- which is much in a bare Christian. Here is the

cate-log [Pulling out a paper] of her condition. 'Inprimis: She
can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse

cannot fetch, but only carry; therefore is she better than a
jade. 'Item: She can milk.' Look you, a sweet virtue in a maid

with clean hands.
Enter SPEED

SPEED. How now, Signior Launce! What news with your mastership?
LAUNCE. With my master's ship? Why, it is at sea.

SPEED. Well, your old vice still: mistake the word. What news,
then, in your paper?

LAUNCE. The black'st news that ever thou heard'st.
SPEED. Why, man? how black?

LAUNCE. Why, as black as ink.
SPEED. Let me read them.

LAUNCE. Fie on thee, jolt-head; thou canst not read.
SPEED. Thou liest; I can.

LAUNCE. I will try thee. Tell me this: Who begot thee?
SPEED. Marry, the son of my grandfather.

LAUNCE. O illiterateloiterer. It was the son of thy grandmother.
This proves that thou canst not read.

SPEED. Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
LAUNCE. [Handing over the paper] There; and Saint Nicholas be thy

speed.
SPEED. [Reads] 'Inprimis: She can milk.'

LAUNCE. Ay, that she can.
SPEED. 'Item: She brews good ale.'

LAUNCE. And thereof comes the proverb: Blessing of your heart, you
brew good ale.

SPEED. 'Item: She can sew.'
LAUNCE. That's as much as to say 'Can she so?'

SPEED. 'Item: She can knit.'
LAUNCE. What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can

knit him a stock.
SPEED. 'Item: She can wash and scour.'

LAUNCE. A special virtue; for then she need not be wash'd and
scour'd.

SPEED. 'Item: She can spin.'
LAUNCE. Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for

her living.
SPEED. 'Item: She hath many namelessvirtues.'

LAUNCE. That's as much as to say 'bastard virtues'; that indeed
know not their fathers, and therefore have no names.

SPEED. 'Here follow her vices.'
LAUNCE. Close at the heels of her virtues.

SPEED. 'Item: She is not to be kiss'd fasting, in respect of her
breath.'

LAUNCE. Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast.
Read on.

SPEED. 'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'
LAUNCE. That makes amends for her sour breath.

SPEED. 'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'
LAUNCE. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.

SPEED. 'Item: She is slow in words.'
LAUNCE. O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow

in words is a woman's only virtue. I pray thee, out with't; and
place it for her chief virtue.

SPEED. 'Item: She is proud.'
LAUNCE. Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en

• thither [´ðiðə] ad.到那里 a.那边的 (初中英语单词)
• patience [´peiʃəns] n.忍耐(力)；耐心；坚韧 (初中英语单词)
• privilege [´privilidʒ] n.特权 vt.给....特权 (初中英语单词)
• departure [di´pɑ:tʃə] n.离开，出发 (初中英语单词)
• linger [´liŋgə] v.逗留；留恋；拖延 (初中英语单词)
• exceed [ik´si:d] v.超(胜)过；凌驾 (初中英语单词)
• deadly [´dedli] a.致命的 ad.死一般地 (初中英语单词)
• sacred [´seikrid] a.神圣的；庄严的 (初中英语单词)
• excess [´ekses] n.超过 a.过分的 (初中英语单词)
• humble [´hʌmbəl] a.谦卑的 vt.贬抑 (初中英语单词)
• convey [kən´vei] vt.运送；传达；转让 (初中英语单词)
• therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
• virtue [´və:tʃu:] n.美德；贞操；长处 (初中英语单词)
• blessing [´blesiŋ] n.祝福 (初中英语单词)
• herald [´herəld] n.先驱；预兆 vt.预示 (高中英语单词)
• ladder [´lædə] n.梯子；阶梯 (高中英语单词)
• heavenly [´hevənli] a.天的，天空的 (高中英语单词)
• penetrate [´penitreit] v.贯穿；穿透；渗透 (高中英语单词)
• repeal [ri´pi:l] vt.&n.废除；撤销；放弃 (高中英语单词)
• ending [´endiŋ] n.结尾，结局 (高中英语单词)
• lament [lə´ment] v.哀悼 n.哀悼；恸哭 (高中英语单词)
• senseless [´sensləs] a.无知觉的；愚蠢的 (英语四级单词)
• aspire [ə´spaiə] vi.立志要；升高；热望 (英语四级单词)
• daring [´deəriŋ] a.&n.勇敢(的) (英语四级单词)
• intruder [in´tru:də] n.闯入者；打扰者 (英语四级单词)
• essence [´esəns] n.本质；要素；精华 (英语四级单词)
• villain [´vilən] n.坏人；恶棍；反面角色 (英语四级单词)
• forbear [fɔ:´beə, fə-] v.容忍；克制 n.祖先 (英语四级单词)
• valentine [´væləntain] n.情人 (英语四级单词)
• proclamation [,prɔklə´meiʃən] n.宣布；公告；声明 (英语四级单词)
• proverb [´prɔvə:b] n.谚语；格言 (英语四级单词)
• malignant [mə´lignənt] a.恶意的；有害的 (英语六级单词)
• anthem [´ænθəm] n.圣歌；赞歌 (英语六级单词)
• despairing [di´speəriŋ] a.感到绝望的 (英语六级单词)
• hapless [´hæpləs] a.不幸的；倒楣的 (英语六级单词)
• milkmaid [´milkmeid] n.挤奶女工 (英语六级单词)
• illiterate [i´litərit] a.文盲的 n.文盲 (英语六级单词)
• loiterer [´lɔitərə] n.混日子的人 (英语六级单词)
• nameless [´neimlis] a.无名字的；无名声的 (英语六级单词)
• amends [ə´mendz] n.赔偿；赔罪 (英语六级单词)
• legacy [´legəsi] n.遗产；传代物 (英语六级单词)