395 Actus secundus: Scoena Prima. 396 Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia. 397Speed. Sir, your Gloue.
398Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on.
399 Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one.
400Val. Ha? Let me
see: I, giue it me, it's mine:
401Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine,
403Speed. Madam
Siluia: Madam
Siluia.
405Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir.
406Val. Why
sir, who bad you call her?
407Speed. Your wor
ship
sir, or el
se I mi
stooke.
408Val. Well: you'll
still be too forward.
409 Speed. And yet I was la
st chidden for being too
slow.
410Val. Goe to,
sir, tell me: do you know Madam
Siluia?
411Speed. Shee that your wor
ship loues?
412Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue?
413 Speed. Marry by the
se
speciall markes:
fir
st, you haue
414learn'd (like Sir
Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a
415Male-content: to relli
sh a Loue-
song, like a
Robin-red
- 416brea
st: to walke alone like one that had the pe
stilence:
417to
sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lo
st his
A.B.C. to
418weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam:
419to fa
st, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that
420feares robbing: to
speake puling, like a beggar at Hal
- 421low-Ma
sse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow
422like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the
423Lions: when you fa
sted, it was pre
sently after dinner:
424when you look'd
sadly, it was for want of money: And
425now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mi
stris, that when I
426looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Ma
ster.
427Val. Are all the
se things perceiu'd in me?
428Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye.
429Val. Without me? they cannot.
430 Speed. Without you
? nay, that's certaine: for with
- 431out you were
so
simple, none el
se would: but you are
432so without the
se follies, that the
se follies are within you,
433and
shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that
434not an eye that
sees you, but is a Phy
sician to comment
436Val. But tell me: do'
st thou know my Lady
Siluia?
437 Speed. Shee that you gaze on
so, as
she
sits at
supper?
438Val. Ha
st thou ob
seru'd that? euen
she I meane.
439Speed. Why
sir, I know her not.
440 Val. Do'
st thou know her by my gazing on her, and
442Speed. Is
she not hard-fauour'd,
sir?
443Val. Not
so faire (boy) as well fauour'd.
444Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
445Val. What do
st thou know?
446 Speed. That
shee is not
so faire, as (of you) well-fa
- 448Val. I meane that her beauty is exqui
site,
449But her fauour in
finite.
450 Speed. That's becau
se the one is painted, and the o
- 451ther out of all count.
452Val. How painted? and how out of count?
453 Speed. Marry
sir,
so painted to make her faire, that no
454man counts of her beauty.
455 Val. How e
steem'
st thou me? I account of her beauty.
456Speed. You neuer
saw her
since
she was deform'd.
457Val. How long hath
she beene deform'd?
458Speed. Euer
since you lou'd her.
459Val. I haue lou'd her euer
since I
saw her,
460And
still I
see her beautifull.
461Speed. If you loue her, you cannot
see her.
463 Speed. Becau
se Loue is blinde: O that you had mine
464eyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wont
465to haue, when you chidde at Sir
Protheus, for going vn
- 467Val. What
should I
see then?
468 Speed. Your owne pre
sent folly, and her pa
ssing de
- 469formitie: for hee beeing in loue, could not
see to garter
470his ho
se; and you, beeing in loue, cannot
see to put on
472 Val. Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for la
st mor
-(ning
473You could not
see to wipe my
shooes.
474 Speed. True
sir: I was in loue with my bed, I thanke
475you, you
swing'd me for my loue, which makes mee the
bolder
24 The two Gentlemen of Verona.
476bolder to chide you, for yours.
477Val. In conclu
sion, I
stand a
ffe
cted to her.
478 Speed. I would you were
set,
so your a
ffe
ction would
480Val. La
st night
she enioyn'd me,
481To write
some lines to one
she loues.
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 & Mi
stres, a thou
sand good-morrows.
490Speed. Oh, 'giue ye-good-ev'n: heer's a million of
492Sil. Sir
Valentine, and
seruant, to you two thou
sand.
493 Speed. He
should giue her intere
st: &
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 Ladi
ship.
498 Sil. I thanke you (gentle Seruant) 'tis very Clerkly
-(done.
499Val. Now tru
st me (Madam) it came hardly-o
ff:
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(Plea
se you command) a thou
sand times as much:
506Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghe
sse 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 Ladi
ship?
513Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very queintly writ,
514But (
since vnwillingly) take them againe.
516Val. Madam, they are for you.
517Silu. I, I: you writ them Sir, at my reque
st,
518But I will none of them: they are for you:
519I would haue had them writ more mouingly:
520Val. Plea
se you, Ile write your Ladi
ship another.
521Sil. And when it's writ: for my
sake read it ouer,
522And if it plea
se you,
so: if not: why
so:
523Val. If it plea
se me, (Madam?) what then?
524Sil. Why if it plea
se you, take it for your labour;
525And
so good-morrow Seruant.
Exit. Sil. 526Speed. Oh Ie
st vn
seene: in
scrutible: inui
sible,
527As a no
se on a mans face, or a Wethercocke on a
steeple:
528My Ma
ster
sues to her: and
she hath taught her Sutor,
529He being her Pupill, to become her Tutor.
530Oh excellent deui
se, was there euer heard a better?
531That my ma
ster being
scribe,
532To him
selfe
should write the Letter?
534What are you rea
soning with your
selfe?
535 Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you
yt haue the rea
son.
537Speed. To be a Spoke
s-man from Madam
Siluia.
539 Speed. To your
selfe: why,
she woes you by a
figure.
541Speed. By a Letter, I
should
say.
542Val. Why
she hath not writ to me?
544When
shee hath made you write to your
selfe?
545Why, doe you not perceiue the ie
st?
547Speed. No beleeuing you indeed
sir:
548But did you perceiue her earne
st?
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
yt letter hath
she deliuer'd, & there an end.
553Val. I would it were no wor
se.
554Speed. Ile warrant you, 'tis as well:
555For often haue you writ to her: and
she in mode
sty,
556Or el
se for want of idle time, could not againe reply,
557Or fearing els
some me
ssēger,
yt might her mind di
scouer
558Her
self hath taught her Loue him
self, to write vnto her(louer.
559All this I
speak in print, for in print I found it.
560Why mu
se you
sir, 'tis dinner time.
562 Speed. I, but hearken
sir: though the Cameleon Loue
563can feed on the ayre, I am one that am nouri
sh'd by my
564vi
ctuals; and would faine haue meate: oh bee not like
565your Mi
stre
sse, be moued, be moued.
Exeunt.