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,

402Ah Siluia, Siluia.

403Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia.

404Val. How now Sirha?

405Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir.

406Val. Why sir, who bad you call her?

407Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke.

408Val. Well: you'll still be too forward.

409 Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

410Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia?

411Speed. Shee that your worship loues?

412Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue?

413 Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue

414learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a

415Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-red-

416breast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence:

417to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to

418weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam:

419to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that

420feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hal-

421low-Masse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow

422like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the

423Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner:

424when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: And

425now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when I

426looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master.

427Val. Are all these 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 else would: but you are

432so without these follies, that these follies are within you,

433and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that

434not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment

435on your Malady.

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. Hast thou obseru'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

441yet know'st her not?

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 dost thou know?

446 Speed. That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fa-

447uourd?

448Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite,

449But her fauour infinite.

450 Speed. That's because 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 esteem'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.

462Val. Why?

463 Speed. Because 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-

466garter'd.

467Val. What should I see then?

468 Speed. Your owne present folly, and her passing de-

469formitie: for hee beeing in loue, could not see to garter

470his hose; and you, beeing in loue, cannot see to put on

471your hose.

472 Val. Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for last 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

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.