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Thu. What seem I that I am not ?
Sil. What, angry,'sir Thurio? do you change colour ?
Val. Give him leave, madam ; he is a kind of cameleon.
Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.
Val. You have said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
Val. 'Tis 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
'4 Note, observe.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :
friends Of much good news ? Val.
My lord I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well?
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Silvia, I speak to you; and you, sir Thurio:-
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
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. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upon a homely object love can wink.
comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus ! Mistress, I be
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; Şervant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless.
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant.
Come, sir Thurio, Go with me: - Once more, new servant, welcome: I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs ; When
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
eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's
O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord ;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
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 :
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.