Si. SCENE changes to Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you, Speed. Not of you. Val. Of my mistress then. Speed. 'Twere good you knockt him. Sil. Servant, you are fad. Val. Indeed, madam, I feem fo. Thu. So do counterfeits. Val. So do you, Thu. What feein I, that I am not? Thu. What inftance of the contrary? Val. Your folly. Thu. And how quote you my folly Val. I quote it in your jerkin. Thu. Myjerkin is a doublet. Val. Well then, I'll double your folly. 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 faid, Sir. hu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end, ere you begin. Sil. A fine volley of words, gentleinen, and quickly thot off. Val. "Tis, indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Val. Yourself, fweet Lady, for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladyship's looks, and fpends, what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I fhall 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 my father. Enter the Duke. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard befet. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: What fay you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? Val. My Lord, I will be thankful To any happy meffenger from thence. Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, your countryman ? Val. Ay, my good Lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth and worthy eftimation; And, not without defert, fo well reputed. Duke. Hath he not a fon? Val. Ay, my good Lord, a fon that well deferves The honour and regard of fuch a father. Duke. You know him well? Val. I knew him, as myfelf; for from our infancy To cloathe mine age with angel-like perfection; Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good, Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. [Exit. Duke. Sil. Belike, that now fhe hath enfranchis'd them Upon fome other pawn for fealty. Val. Nay, fure, I think the holds them pris'ners ftill. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind, How could he see his way to feek out you? Val. Why, Lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.. Thu. They fay, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To fee fuch lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object love can wink. Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. Val. Welcome, dear Protheus: mistress, I beseech you, Confirm his welcome with fome special favour. Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, Sweet Lady, entertain him for your fervant.. Servant Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistrefs. Pro. That you are worthless. Enter Servant. Serv. Madam, my Lord your father would speak with you. (10) Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit. Serv.] Come, Sir Thuria, Go with me. Once more, my new fervant, welcome: When you have done, we look to hear from you. [Exe. Sil. and Thu. 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, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now; (10) Thur. Madam, my Lord your father] This fpeech in all the editions is affign'd improperly to Thurio; but he has been all along upon the ftage, and could not know that the Duke wanted his daughter. Besides, the firft line and half of Silvia's anfwer is evidently addrefs'd to two perfons. A fervant, therefore, muft come in and deliver the meffage; and then Silvia goes out with Thurio. Now Now no difcourfe, except it be of love; Now can I break my faft, dine, fup, and fleep Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye. Val. Even the; and is the not a heav'nly faint? Pro. I will not flatter her. Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praife. Pro. When I was fick, you gave me bitter pills; And I muft minifter the like to you. Val. Then fpeak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sov'reign to all the creatures on the earth. Val. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love. Pro. Have I not reafon to prefer mine own? Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifm is this? To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing; Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own ; And I as rich in having fuch a jewel, As twenty feas, if all their fand were pearl, For |