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SPEED. That he is not fo fair, as of you well-favour'd. VAL. I mean that her beauty is exquifite,
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 no man counts of her beauty.
VAL. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty
VAL. I have lov'd her, ever fince I faw her.
And ftill I fee her beautiful.
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;! VIAL. What fhould I fee then?
SPEED. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity: For he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your. hofe.
VAL. Belike, boy, then you are in love: for last morning you could not fee to wipe my shoes,
SPEED, True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you fwing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
VAL. In conclufion, I ftand affected to her.
SPEED. I would you were fet, fo your affection would ceafe.
VAL. Last night the injoin'd me to write fome lines to one fhe loves.
SPEED. And have you?
VAL. I have.
SPEED. Are they not lamely writ?
VAL. No, boy, but as well as I can do them: Peace, here she comes.
SPEED. Oh excellent motion! Oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.
VAL. Madam and miftrefs, a thousand good morrows. SPEED. Oh! 'give ye good ev'n; here's a million of man
SIL. Sir Valentine and fervant, to you two thousand. SPEED. He should give her intereft; and she gives it him. VAL. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the fecret, nameless, friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship.
SIL. I thank you, gentle fervant; '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 fo much pains? VAL. No, madam, so it steed you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much. And yet
SIL. A pretty period; well, I guess the fequel; 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. VOL. I,
VAL. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
VAL. Madam, they are for you.
SIL. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my request;
VAL. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. SIL. And when it's writ, for my fake read it over; And if it please you, fo; if not, why fo.
VAL. If it please me, madam, what then?
SIL. Why if it please you, take it for your labour; And fo good morrow, fervant.
SPEED. O jeft unfeen, infcrutable, invisible, As a nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master fues 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?
VAL. How now, Sir, what are you reasoning with yourfelf?
SPEED. Nay, I was rhiming; 'tis you that have the reason.
SPEED. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.
VAL. To whom?
SPEED. To yourself; why, the wooes you by a figure.
SPEED. By a letter, I fhould fay.
VAL. Why, the hath not writ to me?
When the hath made you write to yourself?
Why, do you not perceive the jeft?
VAL. No, believe me.
SPEED. No believing you, indeed, Sir: but did you per
ceive her earnest?
VAL. She gave me none, except an angry word.
SPEED. Why, the hath given you a letter.
.VAL. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
SPEED. And that letter hath the deliver'd, and there's an end.
VAL. I would it were no worse.
SPEED. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well.
"For often have you writ to her, and she in modefty, "Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; "Or fearing elfe fome messenger, that might her mind dif66 cover,
"Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
VAL. I have din'd.
SPEED. Ay, but hearken, Sir: the' the Cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd by my victuals, and would fain have meat: Oh be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.
Changes to Julia's house at Verona.
Enter Protheus and Julia.
PRO. Have patience, gentle Julia.
PRO. When poffibly I can, I will return. JUL. If you turn not, you will return the fooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's fake. [Giving a ring. PRO. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you
JUL. And feal the bargain with a holy kiss.
The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of tears;
That tide 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.
PAN. Sir Protheus, you are ftaid for.
PRO. Go; I come.
Alas! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb.
Changes to a street.
Enter Launce, with his dog Crab.
LAUN. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault; I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious fon, and am going with Sir Protheus to the imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the fowreft-natur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fifter crying, our