ACT II SCENE III | The same. A street | |
[Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog] |
LAUNCE | Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; |
| all the kind of the Launces 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 pebble stone, and | 10 |
| 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 | 20 |
| it, is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance |
| on't! there 'tis: now, sit, 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--Oh! 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 wood woman! Well, I kiss her; why, there | 30 |
| '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. |
[Enter PANTHINO] |
PANTHINO | Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped |
| and thou art to post after with oars. What's the |
| matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! You'll |
| lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. | 40 |
LAUNCE | It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the |
| unkindest tied that ever any man tied. |
PANTHINO | What's the unkindest tide? |
LAUNCE | Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my dog. |
PANTHINO | 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? | 50 |
LAUNCE | For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue. |
PANTHINO | Where should I lose my tongue? |
LAUNCE | In thy tale. |
PANTHINO | In thy tail! |
LAUNCE | 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. |
PANTHINO | Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee. | 60 |
LAUNCE | Sir, call me what thou darest. |
PANTHINO | Wilt thou go? |
LAUNCE | Well, I will go. |
[Exeunt] |