476bolder to chide you, for yours.

477Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

478 Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would

479cease.

480Val. Last night she enioyn'd me,

481To write some lines to one she loues.

482Speed. And haue you?

483Val. I haue.

484Speed. Are they not lamely writt?

485Val. No (Boy) but as well as I can do them:

486Peace, here she comes.

487 Speed. Oh excellent motion; oh exceeding Puppet:

488Now will he interpret to her.

489 Val. Madam & Mistres, a thousand good-morrows.

490Speed. Oh, 'giue ye-good-ev'n: heer's a million of

491manners.

492Sil. Sir Valentine, and seruant, to you two thousand.

493 Speed. He should giue her interest: & she giues it him.

494Val. As you inioynd me; I haue writ your Letter

495Vnto the secret, nameles friend of yours:

496Which I was much vnwilling to proceed in,

497But for my duty to your Ladiship.

498 Sil. I thanke you (gentle Seruant) 'tis very Clerkly-(done.

499Val. Now trust me (Madam) it came hardly-off:

500For being ignorant to whom it goes,

501I writ at randome, very doubtfully.

502 Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

503Val. No (Madam) so it steed you, I will write

504(Please you command) a thousand times as much:

505And yet ---

506Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghesse the sequell;

507And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not.

508And yet, take this againe: and yet I thanke you:

509Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

510Speed. And yet you will: and yet, another yet.

511Val. What meanes your Ladiship?

512Doe you not like it?

513Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very queintly writ,

514But (since vnwillingly) take them againe.

515Nay, take them.

516Val. Madam, they are for you.

517Silu. I, I: you writ them Sir, at my request,

518But I will none of them: they are for you:

519I would haue had them writ more mouingly:

520Val. Please you, Ile write your Ladiship another.

521Sil. And when it's writ: for my sake read it ouer,

522And if it please you, so: if not: why so:

523Val. If it please me, (Madam?) what then?

524Sil. Why if it please you, take it for your labour;

525And so good-morrow Seruant. Exit. Sil.

526Speed. Oh Iest vnseene: inscrutible: inuisible,

527As a nose on a mans face, or a Wethercocke on a steeple:

528My Master sues to her: and she hath taught her Sutor,

529He being her Pupill, to become her Tutor.

530Oh excellent deuise, was there euer heard a better?

531That my master being scribe,

532To himselfe should write the Letter?

533Val. How now Sir?

534What are you reasoning with your selfe?

535 Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you y^t haue the reason.

536Val. To doe what?

537Speed. To be a Spokes-man from Madam Siluia.

538Val. To whom?

539 Speed. To your selfe: why, she woes you by a figure.

540Val. What figure?

541Speed. By a Letter, I should say.

542Val. Why she hath not writ to me?

543Speed. What need she,

544When shee hath made you write to your selfe?

545Why, doe you not perceiue the iest?

546Val. No, beleeue me.

547Speed. No beleeuing you indeed sir:

548But did you perceiue her earnest?

549Val. She gaue me none, except an angry word.

550Speed. Why she hath giuen you a Letter.

551Val. That's the Letter I writ to her friend.

552 Speed. And y^t letter hath she deliuer'd, & there an end.

553Val. I would it were no worse.

554Speed. Ile warrant you, 'tis as well:

555For often haue you writ to her: and she in modesty,

556Or else for want of idle time, could not againe reply,

557Or fearing els some messēger, y^t might her mind discouer

558Her self hath taught her Loue himself, to write vnto her(louer.

559All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.

560Why muse you sir, 'tis dinner time.

561Val. I haue dyn'd.

562 Speed. I, but hearken sir: though the Cameleon Loue

563can feed on the ayre, I am one that am nourish'd by my

564victuals; and would faine haue meate: oh bee not like

565your Mistresse, be moued, be moued. Exeunt.

568Pro. Haue patience, gentle Iulia:

569Iul. I must where is no remedy.

570Pro. When possibly I can, I will returne.

571Iul. If you turne not: you will return the sooner:

572Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake.

573Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange;

574Here, take you this.

575Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse.

576Pro. Here is my hand, for my true constancie:

577And when that howre ore-slips me in the day,

578Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake,

579The next ensuing howre, some foule mischance

580Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse:

581My father staies my comming: answere not:

582The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares,

583That tide will stay me longer then I should,

584Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word?

585I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake,

586For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it.

587Panth. Sir Protheus: you are staid for.

588Pro. Goe: I come, I come:

589Alas, this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe.

593 Launce. Nay, 'twill bee this howre ere I haue done

594weeping: all the kinde of the Launces, haue this very

595fault: I haue receiu'd my proportion, like the prodigious