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and now you are metamorphos’d with a mistress; that when I
Val. Are all these things perceiv’d in me?
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for without you were so simple, none else would : but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that sees
but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
Ďal. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not?
Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir?
Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite,
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, fir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty,
Val. I have loy’d her ever since I saw her,
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Speed. Because 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 fir Protheus for going ungarter'd!
Val. What should I see then ?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Speed. True, sir, I was in love with
you, you swing’d me for my love, which makes me the bolder to
yours. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would, you were fet, so your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them:
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows !
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant ; ’tis very clerkly done.
. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off:
Sil. Perchance, you think too much of so much pains ?
Val. No, madam, so it steed you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much.
. A pretty period ! well, I guess the sequel; And yet
I will not name it; yet I care not;
Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. [afide.
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, fir, at my request; 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 ladyship another.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my fake read it over ; And if it please you, so; if not, why so.
Val. If it please me, madam, what then?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; And so good-morrow, servant.
Val. How now, lir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. By a letter, I should say.
Speed. What need she,
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you indeed, sir: but did you perceive her earnest?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
sir? 'tis dinner-time. Ďal. I have din'd.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, fir; though the Cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd by my victuals ; and would fain have meat: 0, be not like your
mistress; be moved, be moved.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner :
Pro. Go; I come.
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 receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with fir Protheus to the imperial's
court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourestnatur'd 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 cruelhearted cur shed one tear! he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a few 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