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Confirm his welcome with fome special favour.
SIL. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he, you oft have wifh'd to hear from.
VAL. Mistress, it is: Sweet lady entertain him
SIL. Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
VAL. Leave off difcourfe of disability:
PRO. My duty will I boaft of, nothing else. SIL. And duty never yet did want his meed: Servant, you're welcome to a worthless mistress. PRO. I'll die on him that fays fo, but yourself. SIL. That you are welcome?
PRO. No. That you are worthless.
SER. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. SIL. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit ferv.] Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me. And once more, new fervant, welcome:
When you have done, we look to hear from you.
[Exit Sil. and Thu.
VAL. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? PRO. Your friends are well, and have them much com
VAL. And how do yours?
PRO. I left them all in health.
VAL. How does your lady? and how thrives your love?
VAL. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now;
And made them watchers of mine own heart's forrow.
O gentle Protheus, love's a mighty lord;
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
PRO. Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.
VAL. Even fhe; and is the not an heav'nly faint?
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 must minifter the like to you.
VAL. Then speak 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;
PRO. Why, Valentine, what bragadism is this?
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,
PRO. But he loves you?
VAL. Ay, and we are betroth'd; nay more, our marriage
With all the cunning manner of our flight,
Good Protheus, go with me to my chamber,
VAL. Will you make haste ?
Ev'n as one heat another heat expels,
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentino's praise,
Changes to a freet.
SPEED. Launce, by mine honefty, welcome to Milan. LAUN. Forfwear not thyself, fweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, 'till he be hang'd; nor ever welcome to a place, 'till fome certain shot be paid, and the hoftefs fay, welcome.
SPEED. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale house with you prefently, where, for one shot of five-pence, thou fhalt have five thoufand welcomes. But, firrah, how did
thy mafter part with madam Julia?
LAUN. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
SPEED. But shall she marry him?
SPEED. How then? fhall he marry her?
LAUN. No, neither.
SPEED. What, are they broken?
LAUN. No, they are both as whole as a fish.
SPEED. Why then how ftands the matter with them?
LAUN. Marry thus: when it ftands well with him, it ftands well with her.
SPEED. What an afs art thou? I understand thee not.
LAUN. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.
SPEED. What thou fay'st?
LAUN. Ay, and what I do too; look thee; I'll but lean,
and my staff understands me.
SPEED. It stands under thee indeed.
LAUN. Why, ftand-under, and understand, is all one.