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Speed. "Twere good, you knocked him.
Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change color ?
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 said, sir.
Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you begin.
Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
? Breathe the same air with you.
Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant ?
Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.
Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall 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 DUKE. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health : What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news?
Val. : My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman?
Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Duke. Hath he not a son ?
Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves The honor and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well ?
We have conversed, and spent our hours together :
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth : Silvia, I speak to you ; and you, sir Thurio :For Valentine, I need not 'cite him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke.
Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchised them Upon some other pawn for fealty.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners
still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being
blind, How could he see his way to seek out you ?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upon a homely object love can wink.
Enter PROTEUS. Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen
tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !—Mistress, I be
seech you, Confirm his welcome with some special favor.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. .
Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Val. Leave off discourse of disability : Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed: 1 Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
i Its reward.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless.
Enter a Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak
with you. Sil. I wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant.
Come, sir Thurio, Go with me:- Once more, new servant, 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,
[Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you
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, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: I have done penance for contemning love ; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; For, in revenge of my contempt of love,