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And perfected by the swift course of time :
Pant. I think your Lord hip is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well halt thou advis'd:
Pant. I'o-morrow, may it pleate you, Don Alphonso,
ont. Good company: with them thall Protheus go. And, in good time, now we will break with him.
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your Lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine; Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter ; let me see what news.
Pro. There is no news, my Lord, but that he writes
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish?
And not depending on his friendly with.
Ant. My will is something forted with his wish :
Pro. My Lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;
[Exe. Ant. and Pant.
Th’uncertain glory of aa April day;
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, No. [Exeunt.
AC Τ ΙΙ. SC Ε Ν Ε Ι.
Changes to Milan.
Enter Valentine and Speed.
Speed. Why then this may be your's, for this is but
Val. Ha ! let me fee: ay, give it me, it's mine.
Speed. Madam Silvia ! Madam Silvia !
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learn’d, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a Robinred-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to figh, like a school-boy that had loft 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 1peak puling, like a bega gar at Hallowmass. 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 looked 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, with out you were lo simple, none elle would: but you are so without these follies, that thete follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.
Val. But tell me, doit thou know my Lady Silvia ?
Val. Hast thou observ'd that? ev'n fhe I mean.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know it her not ?
Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, Sir?
Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite,
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, fo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.
Val. How esteem'it thou me? I account of her beauty
Speed. You never saw her since she was deform’d.
Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her,
you love her, you cannot fee her. Val. Why?
Speed. Because love is blind O 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 fee then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last morning you could not see to wipe iny shoes.
Speed. True, Sir, I was in love with my bed, I thank you, you swinge’d me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide
for your's. Val. In conclufion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were fet, fo your affećtion would ccale.
Val. Last night she injoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :
Val. Madam and Mistrefs, a thousand good morrows.
Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed. He should give her intereit; and the gives it him.
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 fteed you, I will write,
Sil. A pretty period; well, I guess the sequel;
[ Aside. 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