Speed. That she is not fo fair, as of you well favoured. Val. I mean that her beauty is exquifite, but her favour infinite, Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, Sir, fo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. Val. How efteemeft thou me? I account of her beauty. Speed. You never faw her since she was deformed, Val. I have loved her ever fince I saw her; and ftill I fee her beautiful. Speed. If Speed. Becaufe love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes, or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protheus for going ungartered! Val. What fhould I fee then? Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity for he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hose. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love: for laft morning you could not fee to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you fwinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were fet, fo your affection would cease. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write fome lines to one fhe loves Speed. And have you? Val. I have. Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace, here fhe comes. Enter SILVIA. Speed. Oh excellent motion! oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her. Val. Madam and Miftrefs, a thoufand good-mor rows. Speed. Oh! 'give ye good even; here's a million of manners. Sil. Sir Valentine and fervant, to you two thoufand. Speed. He should give her intereft; and the gives it him. Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the fecret, nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your Ladyship. Sil. I thank you, gentle fervant; 'tis very clerk. ly done. Val. Now truft me, Madam, it came hardly offt For being ignorant to whom it goes, I writ at random, very doubtfully. [pains? Sil. Perchance you think too much of fo much Val. No, Madam, fo it fteed you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much. And yet---- Sil. A pretty period! well, I guess the féquel; And yet I will not name it, and yet I care not; And yet take this again, and yet I thank you; Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. E Afide. Val. What means your Ladyfhip? do you not like it? Sil. Yes, yes, the lines are very quaintly writ; But fince unwillingly, take them again; Nay, take them. Val. Madam, they are for you. Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my requeft; But I will none of them; they are for you : I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. Please you, I'll write your Ladyfhip another. Sil. And when it's writ, for my fake read it over; And if it please you, fo; if not, why so. Val. If it pleafe me, Madam, what then? Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour, And fo good-morrow, fervant. [Exit. Speed. O jeft unseen, infcrutable, invisible, As a nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock on a fteeple ! My mafter fues to her, and fhe hath taught her fuitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor: O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my master, being the fcribe, to himself fhould write the letter? Val. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? Speed. Nay, I was thiming; 'tis you that have the reafon. Val. To do what! Speed. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia. Speed. To yourself; why, fhe wooes you by a fi- Speed. By a letter, I fhould fay, Val. Why, fhe hath not writ to me? Speed. What need the, When the hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest? Val. No, believe me. [gure. Speed. No believing you, indeed, Sir: but did you perceive her earneft? Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Val. That's the letter I wrote to her friend. there's an end. Val. I would it were no worfe. Speed. I'll warrant you 'tis as well: [defty, "For often have you wrote to her, and fhe in mo"Orelfe for want of idle time, could not again reply; "Or fearing else fome meflenger that might her "mind difcover, [her lover." "Herfelf hath taught her love himfelf to write unto All this I fpeak in print, for in print I found it.— Why mufe you, Sir? 'tis dinner time. Val. I have dined. Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir; though the cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat: oh, be not like your mistress! be moved, be moved.. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Julia's Houfe at Verona. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia. Pro. When poffibly I can, I will return. [Giving a ring. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this. Jul. And feal the bargain with a holy kifs, Pro. Here is my hand for my true conftancy; And when that hour o'erflips me in that day, Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake, Pan. Sir Protheus, you are ftay'd for. Alas! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt. Enter LAUNCE, with his dog Crab. Laun. 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 fon, and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab my log be the fowereft-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, y filter crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our houfe in a great perplexity; yet did not this cruelhearted cur the one tear! he is a ftone, a very pebble-tone, and has no more pity in him than a dog a Jew would have wept, to have feen our parting; why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll fhow you the manner of it: this fhoe is my father; no, this left fhoe is my father; no, no, this left fhoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be fo neither; yes, it is fo, it is fo; it hath the worfer fole; this |