Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Oh, sir, I find her milder then she was,

5.2.52042And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

What? That my leg is too long?

No, that it is too little.

I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.

[Aside.] But love will not be spurred to what it loathes.

What says she to my face?

She says it is a fair one.

Nay, then the wanton lies: my face is black.

But pearls are fair, and the old saying is,

5.2.142051"Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes."

5.2.152052Julia [Aside.]

'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes,

5.2.162053For I had rather wink than look on them.

How likes she my discourse?

Ill, when you talk of war.

But well, when I discourse of love and peace.

[Aside.] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.

What says she to my valor?

Oh, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

[Aside.] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

What says she to my birth?

That you are well derived.

[Aside.] True: from a gentleman to a fool.

Considers she my possessions?

Oh, ay, and pities them.

Wherefore?

[Aside.] That such an ass should owe them.

That they are out by lease.

Here comes the Duke.

How now, sir Proteus; how now, Turio.

5.2.342071Which of you saw Eglamour of late?

Not I.

Nor I.

Saw you my daughter?

Neither.

Why then,

5.2.402077She's fled unto that peasant, Valentine,

5.2.412078And Eglamour is in her Company.

5.2.422079'Tis true, for Friar Laurence met them both

5.2.432080As he in penance wandered through the forest.

5.2.442081Him he knew well, and guessed that it was she,

5.2.452082But being masked, he was not sure of it.

5.2.462083Besides, she did intend confession

5.2.472084At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not.

5.2.482085These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence;

5.2.492086Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,

5.2.502087But mount you presently, and meet with me

5.2.512088Upon the rising of the mountain foot

5.2.522089That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled.

5.2.532090Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.

Why, this it is to be a peevish girl

5.2.552092That flies her fortune when it follows her.

5.2.562093I'll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour,

5.2.572094Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

And I will follow, more for Silvia's love

5.2.592096Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.

And I will follow, more to crosse that love

5.2.612098Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.