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Speed. Your worship, Sir, or else I mistook.
Speed. Marry, by these special marks ; first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Robinred-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh, like a school-boy that had loft 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 as Hallowmass. You were wont, when >presently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was you laugh’d, to crow like a cock; when you walk’d,
to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was <for want of money: and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for with, out you were so simple, none else would : But you are fo 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, doft thou know my Lady Silvia?
Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?
Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, Sir?
Speed. That she is not so fair, as of you well favour'd.
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?
Speed. Marry, Sir, fo painted to make her fair, that ao man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
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 Protheus for going ungarter'd!
Val. What should I see then ?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her pafling 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 swing'd 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 fet, so youraffection would cease.
Val. Laft night she enjoin'd 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. Oh excellent motion! oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good marrows, Speed. Oh! 'give ye good ev'n; here's a million of Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand, Speed. He should give her interest ; and the gives it him.
tal. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret, nameless, friend of yours; Which I was much onwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your Ladyfhip..
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.
Sil. Perchance, you think too much of so much pains! Val. No, madam, so it fteed you, I will write, Please
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 ; And yet take this again, and yet I thank you ; Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. [ Afide.
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;
fake 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.
[Exit. Spend. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invif-ible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and the 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 the scribe, to himself should
write the letter? Val. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning with
Speed. What need the,
Val. No, believe me.
you perceive her earnest ? Val. She gave me none, except an angry
Speed. 'I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : “ For often have you writ to her, and she in modesty, “ Or-else for want of idle time, could not again reply ; * Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind
“ discover, “ Herself hath taught 'her love himself to write unto
“ her lover." All this I speak in print ; for in print I found it. Why muse you, Sir : 'tis dinner time.
Val. I have din'd.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir; tho' the Cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd by my vi&uals ; and would fain have meat: oh, be not like your mistress ; be moved, be moved. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to Julia's House at Veronas
Enter Protheus and Julia. Pro. LTAVE patience, gentle Yulia. .
Jul. I must, where is no remedy. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's fake.
[Giving a ring Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, take
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy; And when that hour o'erslips me in the day, . Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake : The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me, for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming; answer not: The tide is now ; nay, not thy tide of tears ; Thattide will stay me longer than I should: [Exit Julia. Julia, farewel.--What! gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do ; it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace
it. Enter Panthion. Pan. Sir Protheus, you are stay'd for.
Pro. Go; I come. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt, SCEN E changes to a Street.
Enter Launce, with his dog Crab. Laun.
all the this very fault: I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sowrest-natur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fifter crying, our maid howl