2040Th. Sir Protheus, what saies Siluia to my suit?

2041Pro. Oh Sir, I finde her milder then she was,

2042And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

2043Thu. What? that my leg is too long?

2044Pro. No, that it is too little.

2045 Thu. Ile weare a Boote, to make it somewhat roun-(der.

2046Pro. But loue will not be spurd to what it loathes.

2047Thu. What saies she to my face?

2048Pro. She saies it is a faire one.

2049Thu. Nay then the wanton lyes: my face is blacke.

2050Pro. But Pearles are faire; and the old saying is,

2051Blacke men are Pearles, in beauteous Ladies eyes.

2052Thu. 'Tis true, such Pearles as put out Ladies eyes,

2053For I had rather winke, then looke on them.

2054Thu. How likes she my discourse?

2055Pro. Ill, when you talke of war.

2056Thu. But well, when I discourse of loue and peace.

2057Iul. But better indeede, when you hold you peace.

2058Thu. What sayes she to my valour?

2059Pro. Oh Sir, she makes no doubt of that.

2060 Iul. She needes not, when she knowes it cowardize.

2061Thu. What saies she to my birth?

2062Pro. That you are well deriu'd.

2063Iul. True: from a Gentleman, to a foole.

2064Thu. Considers she my Possessions?

2065Pro. Oh, I: and pitties them.

2066Thu. Wherefore?

2067Iul. That such an Asse should owe them.

2068Pro. That they are out by Lease.

2069Iul. Here comes the Duke.

2070Du. How now sir Protheus; how now Thurio?

2071Which of you saw Eglamoure of late?

2072Thu. Not I.

2073Pro. Nor I.

2074Du. Saw you my daughter?

2075Pro. Neither.

2076Du. Why then

2077She's fled vnto that pezant, Valentine;

2078And Eglamoure is in her Company:

2079'Tis true: for Frier Laurence met them both

2080As he, in pennance wander'd through the Forrest:

2081Him he knew well: and guesd that it was she,

2082But being mask'd, he was not sure of it.

2083Besides she did intend Confession

2084At Patricks Cell this euen, and there she was not.

2085These likelihoods confirme her flight from hence;

2086Therefore I pray you stand, not to discourse,

2087But mount you presently, and meete with me

2088Vpon the rising of the Mountaine foote

2089That leads toward Mantua, whether they are fled:

2090Dispatch (sweet Gentlemen) and follow me.

2091Thu. Why this it is, to be a peeuish Girle,

2092That flies her fortune when it followes her:

2093Ile after; more to be reueng'd on Eglamoure,

2094Then for the loue of reck-lesse Siluia.

2095Pro. And I will follow, more for Siluas loue

2096Then hate of Eglamoure that goes with her.

2097Iul. And I will follow, more to crosse that loue

2098Then hate for Siluia, that is gone for loue. Exeunt.