Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
Val. How now, sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.

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Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Val. Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? Speed. She that your worship loves?

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Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Val. Without me? they cannot.

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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 you but is a physician to comment on your malady. 36 Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper? Val. Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean. Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

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Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?

Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What dost thou know?

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Speed. That she is not so fair as, of you, well favoured. Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, 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?

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Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. 56 Val. How long hath she been deformed?

Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

Val. Why?

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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 Sir Proteus for going ungartered! 65

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.

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Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

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Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would

cease.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.

Speed. And have you?

Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

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Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace!

here she comes.

Speed. [Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Enter SILVIA.

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Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. Speed. [Aside] O, give ye good even! here's a million of manners.

Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. 90 Speed. [Aside] He should give her interest, and she gives it him.

68, 69 See note (IV).

69 put on your hose] beyond your nose Hudson (Clark and Glover conj.).

86 Enter Silvia.] Rowe (after 1. 84). om. Ff.

88 give] 'give Ff.

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Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter

Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

But for my duty to your ladyship.

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Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done. Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;

For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

I writ at random, very doubtfully.

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Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains? Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much; And yet

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; 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.

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Speed. [Aside] And yet you will; and yet another 'yet.' Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? 110 Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very quaintly writ;

But since unwillingly, take them again.

Nay, take them.

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request; 115

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 sake 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.

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[Exit.

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! 125 My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,

That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the

letter?

Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?

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Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the

reason.

Val. To do what?

Speed. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia.

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Val. To whom?

Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.

Val. What figure?

Speed. By a letter, I should say.

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?

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Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write

to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?

Val. No, believe me.

Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you per

ceive her earnest?

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