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Duke. Know you Don Anthonio, 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 honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well?
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd, and spent our hours together : And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the fweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Protheus, for that's his name, Made ute and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe: And, in a word, (for far behind his worth Come all the prailes that I now beltow), He is compleat in feature and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Duke. Bethrew me, Sir; but if he makes this good, He is as worthy for an Empress' love, As meet to be an Emperor's counsellor. Well, Sir, this gentleman is come to me, With commendations from great potentates; And here he means to spend his time a while. I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
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 enfranchis'd them Upon some other pawn for fealty. Val Nay, sure, I think she holds them pris'ners 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 fée luch lovers, Thurio, as yourself: Upon a homely object love can wink.
SCENE VI Enter Protheus. Sil. Have done, have done : here comes the gentleVal. Welcome, dear Protheus : Mistress, I beseech
you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wilh'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is : sweet Lady, entertain him To be my fellow-fervant 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:
Pro. l'll die on him that says so, bút yourself.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure: [Exit Serv.] Come,
Sir Thurio, Go with me. Once more, my 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 Sil and Thu. S CE N E VII. Val. Now tell me, how do all from whence you came? Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
commended. Val. And how do your's?
Pro. I left them all in health.
[love? Val. How does your lady? and how thrives your
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you;
Val. Ay, Protheus, but that life is alter'd now:
my contempt of love,
Pro. Enough : I read your fortune in your eye.
Val. Even she ; and is she not a heav'nly faint ?
Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Pro. Except my mistress.
Val. Sweet, except not any;
Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
Pro. Why, Valentine, what bragadifin is this?
Val. Pardon me, Protheus; 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 land were pearl, The water neétar, and the rocks pure gold. Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee, Because thou feeít me doat upon my love. My foolith rival, that her father likes, Only for his poffeffions are to huge, Is gone with her along, and I must after ; For love, thou know it, is full of jealousy. Pro. But she loves you?
Pro. Go on before ; I shall enquire you forth.
Val. Will you make haite ?
O! but I love his lady too, too, much ;
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 hang'd; nor never welcome to a place, till fome certain thot be paid, and the hostess day, Welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale-house 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 clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But Thåll she marry him?
Laun. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her *.
-it tans well with her. Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.
Laun. What a blok art thou, thai thou canst not? My staf understands me
Speed. Wnat thou fay'st?
Laun Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean and may Atait u derands m?,
Speed I stinds under thee indeed.