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SPEED. Marry. by these special marks; first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to figh like a school-boy that had lost his A, B,C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet ; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh’d, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions ; when you fafted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphos’d with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.
Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
SPEED. Without you ? nay, that's certain : for without you were so simple, pone else would: But you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that fees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
VAL. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She, that you gaze on so as the sits at supper? Val. Haft thou observ'd that? even she I mean: Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not!
Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, Sir?
SREBD. That she is not so fair, as of you well-favour'd..
Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, But her favour infinite.
SPEED. That's because the one is painted, and the othet out of all count. VAL. How painted? and how out of couat
Speep. Marry, Sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty..
Val. How efteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
VAL. I have lay'd her, ever since I saw heru
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
SPEED. Because, love is blind. On 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!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her paffing deformis ty: 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.: forlat morn ing you could not see to wipe my shoes,
Speed, True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you swing'd 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, fo your affection would ceale.
VAL. Last night the injoin'd me to write some lines to one fhe loves.
SPEED. And have you?
VAL. No, boy, but as well as I can do them:
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.
Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
VAL. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter,
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant; 'tis very clerkly done.
VAL. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off:
Sil. Perchance, you think too much of so much pains ?
VAL. No, madam, so it steed you, I will write, Please command, a thousand times as much.
I thank you ;
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 Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet, another yet. (Alide. VOL. I,
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;
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, so; if not, why so.
Val. If it please me, madam, what then?
SIL. Why if it please you, take it for your labour ;
Speed. Nay, I was rhiming; 'tis you that have the reason.
When she hath made you write to yourself?
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 the deliver'd, and there's an end. · VAL. I would it were no worfe.
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well. “ For often have you writ to her, and she in modesty, “ Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; “ Or fearing elfe fome messenger, that might her mind dif
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: tho' 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.
SCE NE II.
Changes to Julia's house at Verona.
Enter Protheus and Julia.