1    Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping;
2    all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I
3    have received my proportion, like the prodigious
4    son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's
5    court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured
6    dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
7    wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat
8    wringing her hands, and all our house in a great
9    perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed
10   one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble stone, and
11   has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have
12   wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam,
13   having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my
14   parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This
15   shoe is my father: no, this left shoe is my father:
16   no, no, this left shoe is my mother: nay, that
17   cannot be so neither: yes, it is so, it is so, it
18   hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in
19   it, is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance
20   on't! there 'tis: now, sit, this staff is my
21   sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and
22   as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid: I
23   am the dog: no, the dog is himself, and I am the
24   dog--Oh! the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so,
25   so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing:
26   now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping:
27   now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now
28   come I to my mother: O, that she could speak now
29   like a wood woman! Well, I kiss her; why, there
30   'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down. Now
31   come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now
32   the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a
33   word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

34   Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped
35   and thou art to post after with oars. What's the
36   matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! You'll
37   lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

38   It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the
39   unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

40   What's the unkindest tide?

41   Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my dog.

42   Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood, and, in
43   losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and, in losing
44   thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy
45   master, lose thy service, and, in losing thy
46   service,--Why dost thou stop my mouth?

47   For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

48   Where should I lose my tongue?

49   In thy tale.

50   In thy tail!

51   Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and
52   the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river
53   were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the
54   wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

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

56   Sir, call me what thou darest.

57   Wilt thou go?

58   Well, I will go.