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Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
Val. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Val. 'T is indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, And spends what he borrows, kindly in your company,
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer of
words, And, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; For it appears, by their bare liveries, That they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my father.
My lord, I will be thankful
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well?
Val. I knew him, as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd and spent our hours together :
And though myself have been an idle truant,
but his experience old ;
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth; Silvia, I speak to you: and you, sir Thurio:For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: I will send him hither to you presently. [Exit DUKE.
Val. This is the gentleman I told your ladyship Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them, Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure I think she holds them prisoners still.
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind How could he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself ;
a Feature (form or fashion) was applied to the body as well as the face.
Enter PROTEUS. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I beseech
you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability :Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;
Pro. I 'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless. Thu. Madam, my lord your father would speak with
you. Sil. I wait upon his pleasure. Come, sir Thurio, Go with me :-once more, new servant, welcome : I 'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We 'll both attend upon your ladyship.
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and SPEED. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you
came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro.
I left them all in health. Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your love?
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you ; I know you joy not in a love-discourse.
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : I have done penance for contemning love; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. 0, gentle Proteus, love 's a mighty lord; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, There is no woe to his correction, a Nor to his service no such joy on earth! Now, no discourse, except it be of love; Now can I break my fast, diñe, sup, and sleep, Upon the very naked name of love.
Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye; Was this the idol that you worship so ?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ?
I will not flatter her.
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills ; And I must minister the like to you.
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Pro. Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too :
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone.
Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world : why, man, she is mine own;
Pro. But she loves you ?
Pro. Go on before ; I shall inquire you forth :
Val. Will you make haste ?
· Road-open harbour.