Enter LAUNCE, with his his Dog LAUNCE When a man's servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it.
I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, 'thus I would teach a dog.' I was sent to deliver him as a present to Mistress Silvia from my master; and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon's leg:
O, 'tis a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies! I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for't; sure as I live, he had suffered for't; you shall judge.
He thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs under the duke's table: he had not been there--bless the mark!--a pissing while, but all the chamber smelt him. 'Out with the dog!' says one: 'What cur is that?' says another: 'Whip him out' says the third: 'Hang him up' says the duke.
I, having been acquainted with the smell before, knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs: 'Friend,' quoth I, 'you mean to whip the dog?' 'Ay, marry, do I,' quoth he. 'You do him the more wrong,' quoth I; ''twas I did the thing you wot of.' He makes me no more ado, but whips me out of the chamber. How many masters would do this for his servant? Nay, I'll be sworn, I have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for't.
Thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the trick you served me when I took my leave of Madam Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me and do as I do? when didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale? didst thou ever see me do such a trick?
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA PROTEUS Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well And will employ thee in some service presently. JULIA In what you please: I'll do what I can. PROTEUS I hope thou wilt.
To LAUNCE How now, you whoreson peasant!
Where have you been these two days loitering? LAUNCE Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Silvia the dog you bade me. PROTEUS And what says she to my little jewel? LAUNCE Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present. PROTEUS But she received my dog? LAUNCE No, indeed, did she not: here have I brought him back again. PROTEUS What, didst thou offer her this from me? LAUNCE Ay, sir: the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the market-place: and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. PROTEUS Go get thee hence, and find my dog again, Or ne'er return again into my sight.
Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here?
Exit LAUNCE A slave, that still an end turns me to shame!
Sebastian, I have entertained thee, Partly that I have need of such a youth That can with some discretion do my business, For 'tis no trusting to yond foolish lout, But chiefly for thy face and thy behavior, Which, if my augury deceive me not, Witness good bringing up, fortune and truth:
Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently and take this ring with thee, Deliver it to Madam Silvia:
She loved me well deliver'd it to me. JULIA It seems you loved not her, to leave her token.
She is dead, belike? PROTEUS Not so; I think she lives. JULIA Alas! PROTEUS Why dost thou cry 'alas'? JULIA I cannot choose But pity her. PROTEUS Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? JULIA Because methinks that she loved you as well As you do love your lady Silvia:
She dreams of him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.
'Tis pity love should be so contrary;
And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!' PROTEUS Well, give her that ring and therewithal This letter. That's her chamber. Tell my lady I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber, Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary.
Exit JULIA How many women would do such a message?
Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him That with his very heart despiseth me?
Because he loves her, he despiseth me;
Because I love him I must pity him.
