Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.

Scoena Tertia.

Enter Launce, Panthion.

Launce.

Nay, 'twill bee this howre ere I haue done weeping: all the kinde of the Launce••, haue this very fault: I haue receiu'd my proportion, like the prodigious

Sonne, and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperialls Court: I thinke Crab my dog, be the sowrest natured dogge that liues: My Mother weeping: my Father wayling: my Sister crying: our Maid howling: our Catte wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexitie, yet did not this cruell-hearted Curre shedde one teare: he is a stone, a very pibble stone, and has no more pitty in him then a dogge: a Iew would haue wept to haue seene our parting: why my Grandam hauing no eyes, looke you, wept her selfe blinde at my parting: nay, Ile shew you the manner of it. This shooe is my fa∣ther: no, this left shooe is my father; no, no, this left shooe is my mother: nay, that cannot bee so neyther: yes; it is so, it is so: it hath the worser sole: this shooe with the hole in it, is my mother: and this my father: a veng'ance on't, there 'tis: Now sir, this staffe is my si∣ster: for, looke you, she is as white as a lilly, and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan our maid: I am the dogge: no, the dogge is himselfe, and I am the dogge: oh, the dogge is me, and I am my selfe: I; so, so: now come I to my Father; Father, your blessing: now should not the shooe speake a word for weeping: now should I kisse my Father; well, hee weepes on: Now come I to my Mother: Oh that she could speake now, like a would-woman: well, I kisse her: why there 'tis; heere's my mothers breath vp and downe: Now come I to my sister; marke the moane she makes: now the dogge all this while sheds not a teare: nor speakes a word: but see how I lay the dust with my teares.

Panth.

Launce, away, away: a Boord: thy Master is ship'd, and thou art to post after with oares; what's the matter? why weep'st thou man? away asse, you'l loose the Tide, if you tarry any longer.

Laun.

It is no matter if the tide were lost, for it is the vnkindest Tide, that euer any man tide.

Panth.

What's the vnkindest tide?

Lau.

Why, he that's tide here, Crab my dog.

Pant.

Tut, man: I meane thou'lt loose the flood, and in loosing the flood, loose thy voyage, and in loosing thy voyage, loose thy Master, and in loosing thy Master, loose thy seruice, and in loosing thy seruice: — why dost thou stop my mouth?

Laun.

For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue.

Panth.

Where should I loose my tongue?

Laun.

In thy Tale.

Panth.

In thy Taile.

Laun.

Loose the Tide, and the voyage, and the Ma∣ster, and the Seruice, and the tide: why man, if the Riuer were drie, I am able to fill it with my teares: if the winde were downe, I could driue the boate with my sighes.

Panth.

Come: come away man, I was sent to call thee.

Lau.

Sir: call me what thou dar'st.

Pant.

Wilt thou goe?

Laun.

Well, I will goe.

Exeunt.