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As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.' :
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 citet 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 fock'd in her crystal looks,
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd 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
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself ;
seech you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
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-sérvant 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; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless.
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
I left them all in health.
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, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor
row, 0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord ; And hath so humbled me, as, I confess, There is no woe to his correction,
Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye: Was this the idol that you worship so ?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint ?
I will not flatter her.
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; And I must minister the like to you.
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Pro. Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love.
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too :
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?
Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone.
Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own; And I as rich in having such a jewel, As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Because thou seest me dote upon my love, My foolish rival, that her father likes, Only for his possessions are so huge,
Is gone with her along; and I must after,
Pro. But she loves you ?
Ay, we are betroth’d;
Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth :
Val. Will you make haste ?
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd ;
* On further knowledge.
Enter Speed and Launce.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia ?
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Laun, Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou ! I understand thee not.
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou can'st not! My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'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, stand under and understand is all one,