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Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue.
Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service? The tide !Why, mati, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.
Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.
Val. Your folly.
Sit. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change colour?
Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of ca. meleon.
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 thauk 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 au 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.
Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news?
My lord, I will be thankful
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, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days: His years but young, but his experience old; His head upmellow'd, but bis judgement ripe; And, in a word (for far behind his worth Come all the praises that I now bestow), He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, With commendatiou from great potentates; And here he means to spend his time a-while : I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke Welcome him thed according to his worth; Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio : For Valentine, I need not citet him to it: . I'll send him hither to you presently. (Erit Duke.
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them
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 bath twenty pair of eyes.
Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. · Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upou a homely object love can wink.
Enter Proteus. Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the gen.
tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I be
seech 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 meau 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; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless.
Enter Servant. 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 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
r 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:
Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the idol tbat you worship so ?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
I will not flatter her,