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Act 1, Scene 2
A Street.

Enter BRIEFS, COUNT NAIL, and Servant


BRIEFS
But Vegetasei is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace.
NAIL
Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
VEGETASEI
But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
NAIL Younger than she are happy mothers made.
BRIEFS
And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Nail, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; Anshe agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well-apparell'd April on the heel Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female buds shall you this night Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Come, go with me.
To Servant, giving a paper
Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair West Capital; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Exeunt BRIEFS and NAIL
Servant
Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
Enter GOKU and VEGETA
GOKU
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
GOKU
Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
VEGETA
For what, I pray thee?
VEGETA
For your broken shin.
GOKU
Why, Vegeta, art thou mad?
VEGETA
Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
Servant
God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
VEGETA
Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Servant
Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?
VEGETA
Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Servant
Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
VEGETA
Stay, fellow; I can read.
Reads 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Trunks and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Briefs, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Yamcha, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly: whither should they come?
Servant
Up.
GOKU
Whither?
Servant
To supper; to our house.
VEGETA
Whose house?
Servant
My master's.
VEGETA
Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Servant
Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Briefs; and if you be not of the house of Vegetaseis, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!
Exit
GOKU
At this same ancient feast of Briefs's Supsthe fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of West Capital: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
VEGETA
When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
GOKU
Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
VEGETA
I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
Exeunt