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To-morrow be in readiness to go:
PRO. My Lord, I cannot be so soon provided:0
Please you, deliberate a day or two.
ANT. Look what thou want'st shall be sent after thee:2
Come on, Panthion: you shall be employed
To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt ANT. and PAN.
The uncertain glory of an April day,
SPEED. Sir, your glove.
PAN. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
PRO. Why, thus it is: my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thousand times it answers No. [exeunt.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
SCENE I. Milan. A Room in the DUKE's Palace.
Ah, Silvia, Silvia !
SPEED. Madam Silvia, Madam Silvia!
Not mine; my gloves are on. SPEED. Why, then this may be your's, for this is but one. VAL. Ha, let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine
Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
SPEED. She is not within hearing, Sir.
SPEED. And yet I was last chidden for being too
VAL. Go to, Sir! tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
VAL. Why, how know you that I am in love?
SPEED. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
SPEED. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
SPEED. Without ye? nay, that's certain, for, without
VAL. But tell me, dost thou know my Lady Silvia?
VAL. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean.
know'st her not?
SPEED. Is she not hard-favour'd, Sir?
VAL. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
SPEED. Why, Sir, I know her not.
VAL. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet
SPEED. Sir, I know that well enough.
VAL. What dost thou know?
SPEED. 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 other out of all count.
VAL. How painted? and how out of count?
SPEED. Marry, Sir, so painted to make her fair that no
VAL. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
VAL. How long hath she been deform'd?
SPEED. Ever since you lov'd her,
VAL. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.
SPEED. If you love her, you cannot see her.
SPEED. Because Love is blind. O, that
VAL. What should I see then?
SPEED. Your own present folly and her passing de
For he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose;
VAL. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
SPEED. True, Sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for your's.
VAL. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
SPEED. I would you were set; so your affection would
VAL. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
one she 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. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.
VAL. Madam and Mistress, a thousand good-morrows! SPEED. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of [aside.
SIL. Sir Valentine and Servant, to you two thousand.
VAL. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
SIL. I thank you, gentle Servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
I writ at random, very doubtfully.
SIL. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
Please you command, a thousand times as much:
But, since unwillingly, take them again-
VAL. Madam, they are for you.
SIL. Ay, ay, you writ them, Sir, at my request;
SIL. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
And yet I will not name it;-and yet I care not ;-
VAL. If it please me, Madam? what then?
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a too steeple !om sved al
My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor,
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
VAL. How now, Sir! what are you reasoning with yourself?
SPEED. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the 1711 IT I
VAL. To do what?son War de for
SPEED. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia.
VAL. To whom?
SPEED. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.
VAL. What figure?
SPEED. By a letter, I should say.
VAL. Why, she hath not writ to me?
SPEED. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
VAL. No, believe me.loc
SPEED. No believing you, indeed, Sir.
VAL. She gave me none, except an angry word.
VAL. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
SPEED. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there
an end,sge Jaars
VAL. I would it were no worse.
SPEED. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
But did you
For often have you writ to her; and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.