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For what I will, I will, and there an end.
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;
Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning;
The uncertain glory of an April day ;
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;
SCENE I.--Milan. An apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Speed. Sir, your glove. Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but
Val. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:-
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Speed. Marry, by these special marks : First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath 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 Hallow
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. 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.
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.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?
Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir?
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her fayour infinite.
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.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
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 had 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 deforinity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter bis 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 :-Peace, here she comes.
Enter SILVIA. Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.
[Aside. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
Speed. O, '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.
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:
Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;