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SCENE changes to Milan.

An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, and Speed.

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Speed. Mafter, Sir Thurio frowns on you,
Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

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. Seem you that you are not ?
Val. Haply, I do.

Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. So do you,

Thu. What feein I, that I am not?
Val. Wife.

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.
Thu. How?

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.
Sil. Who is that, fervant?

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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
We have converft, and spent our hours together:
And tho' myself have been an idle truant,
Omitting the fweet benefit of time,

To cloathe mine age with angel-like perfection;
Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name,
Made use and fair advantage of his days;
His years but young, but his experience old;
His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;
And, in a word, (for far behind his worth
Come all the praifes, that I now bestow;)
He is compleat in feature and in mind,
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

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Duke. Befhrew me, Sir, but if he makes this good,
He is as worthy for an Emprefs' love,
As meet to be an Emperor's counsellor:
Well, Sir, this gentleman is come to me,
With commendations from great potentates;
And here he means to spend his time awhile.
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth:
Silvia, I fpeak to you; and you, Sir Thurio;
For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
I'll fend him hither to you prefently.

[Exit. Duke.
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your Ladyfhip,
Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Did hold his eyes lockt in her crystal looks.

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,
If this be he, you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Miftrefs, it is: Sweet Lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-fervant to your Ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for fo high a fervant.
Pro. Not fo, fweet Lady; but too mean a fervant,,
To have a look of fuch a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability:

Sweet Lady, entertain him for your fervant..
Pro. My duty will I boaft of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed:
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Servant

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistrefs.
Pro. I'll die on him that fays fo, but yourself.
Sil. That you are welcome?

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:
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.

[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;
I have done penance for contemning love;
Whofe high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fafts, with penitential groans;
With nightly tears, and daily heart-fore fighs.
For, in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chac'd fleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow.
O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty Lord;
And hath fo humbled me, as, I confefs,
There is no woe to his correction;
Nor to his fervice, no fuch joy on earth.

(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
Upon the very naked name of love.

Pro. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol, that you worship fo?

Val. Even the; and is the not a heav'nly faint?
Pro. No; but fhe is an earthly paragon.
Val. Call her divine.

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.
Pro. Except my mistress.

Val. Sweet, except not any;

Except thou wilt except against my love.

Pro. Have I not reafon to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She fhall be dignify'd with this high honour,
To bear my Lady's train, left the bafe earth
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss;
And, of fo great a favour growing proud,
Difdain to root the fummer-fwelling flower;
And make rough winter everlastingly.

Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifm is this?
Val. Pardon me, Protheus; all I can, is nothing

To her, whofe worth makes other worthies nothing;
She is alone

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,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Becaufe thou feeft me doat upon my love.
My foolish rival, that her father likes,
Only for his poffeffions are fo huge,
Is gone with her along, and I muft after;
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