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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.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
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 ungarter
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 his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
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: And yet,
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;
[ Aside. Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
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; But I will none of them ; they are for you; I would have had them writ more movingly. 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, madam! 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, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
the letter ? Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; ’tis you that have the reason,
Val. To do what?
Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.
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.
Speed. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there an end.
Val. I would, it were no worse.
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 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.Wby 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 mored. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Verona. A room in Julia's house.
Enter PROTEUS and Julia. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
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 sake.
[Giving a ring. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take
Pro. Here is my hand 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.