Sir Turio, fear not but that she will love you
3.2.41447Now Valentine is banished from her sight.
Since his exile she hath despised me most,
3.2.61449Forsworn my company, and railed at me,
3.2.71450That I am desperate of obtaining her.
This weak impress of love is as a figure
3.2.91452Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat
3.2.101453Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
3.2.111454A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
3.2.121455And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
3.2.141456How now, Sir Proteus, is your countryman,
Gone, my good lord.
My daughter takes his going grievously?
A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
So I believe, but Turio thinks not so.
3.2.201462Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
3.2.211463For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,
3.2.221464Makes me the better to confer with thee.
Longer than I prove loyal to your grace
3.2.241466Let me not live to look upon your grace.
Thou know'st how willingly I would effect
3.2.261468The match between sir Turio and my daughter?
I do, my lord.
And also, I think, thou art not ignorant
She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
Ay, and perversely she perseveres so.
3.2.321474What might we do to make the girl forget
3.2.331475The love of Valentine and love sir Turio?
The best way is to slander Valentine
3.2.351477With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent,
3.2.361478Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate.
Ay, if his enemy deliver it.
3.2.391481Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken
3.2.401482By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Then you must undertake to slander him.
And that, my Lord, I shall be loath to do.
Where your good word cannot advantage him,
You have prevailed, my lord. If I can do it
3.2.501492By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
3.2.511493She shall not long continue love to him.
3.2.521494But say this weed her love from Valentine.
3.2.531495It follows not that she will love sir Turio.
Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,
3.2.551497Lest it should ravel and be good to none,
3.2.571499Which must be done by praising me as much
3.2.581500As you in worth dispraise sir Valentine.
And Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind
3.2.621504And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
3.2.641506Where you with Silvia may confer at large -
3.2.661508And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you -
3.2.671509Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
3.2.681510To hate young Valentine and love my friend.
As much as I can do, I will effect:
3.2.701512But you, sir Turio, are not sharpe enough.
3.2.721514By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
3.2.731515Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.
Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Say that upon the altar of her beauty
3.2.761518You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart.
3.2.771519Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
3.2.781520Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
3.2.801522For Orpheus's lute was strung with poets' sinews
3.2.811523Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
3.2.831525Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
3.2.851527Visit by night your lady's chamber window
3.2.861528With some sweet consort. To their instruments
3.2.871529Tune a deploring dump. The night's dead silence
3.2.881530Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.
3.2.891531This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
This discipline shows thou hast been in love.
And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
3.2.921534Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
3.2.941536To sort some gentlemen well skilled in music.
3.2.951537I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
About it, gentlemen.
We'll wait upon your grace till after supper
3.2.991541And afterward determine our proceedings.
Even now about it; I will pardon you.