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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, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
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.
Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you bad mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered !
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
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 my bed : I thank you, you swinged 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 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. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :-
Enter Silvia. Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.
Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners.
[Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,
[done. Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
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;
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet.
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ:
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request :
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, inadam! what then?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; And so good morrow, servant.
.[Exit Silvia. Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor,
the letter? Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rlıyming; 'tis you that have the reason.
Val. To do what?
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 perceive her earnest?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
[an end. Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply, Or fearng else some messenger, that might her mind discover,
[lover.Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.Why muse 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: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved. [Exeunt. SCENE 11. VERONA. A Room in JULIA's House.
Enter PROTEUS and JULIA.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.
[Giving a Ring Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. [this.
Pro. Here is my band for my true constancy;
Enter PANTHINO. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.
Pro. Go; I come, I come :Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. (Exeunt.
SCENE Ill. The same. A Street.
Enter LAUNCE, leading a Dog. Laun. Nay,'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping: all the kind of the Launces have this
very I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured 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 cruel-hearted eur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew 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 father;-no, no, this left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so neither;—yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father : a vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small as a wand : this hat is Nan our maid; I am the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on :-now come I to iny mother, (0, that she could speak now!) like a wood woman ;-well, I kiss her;—why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my sister; mark the noan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
Enter PANTHINO. Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer,
Laun. It is no matter if the tyd were lost; for it is the unkindest ty’d. that ever any man ty’d.
Pan. What's the unkindest tide?
Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood; and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing thy master, lose thy service; and, in losing thy service,-Why dost thou stop my mouth?
Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.