2.4.2654Enter Valentine, Silvia, Turio [and] Speed. Servant?
Mistress.
Master, Sir Turio frowns on you.
Ay, boy, it's for love.
Not of you.
Of my mistress, then.
'Twere good you knocked him.
[Exit Speed.]
Servant, you are sad.
Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Seem you that you are not?
Haply I do.
So do counterfeits.
So do you.
What seem I that I am not?
Wise.
What instance of the contrary?
Your folly.
And how quote you my folly?
I quote it in your jerkin.
My jerkin is a doublet.
Well then, I'll double your folly.
How?
What, angry, Sir Turio? Do you change color?
Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon.
That hath more mind to feed on your blood
680than live in your air.
You have said, sir.
Ay, sir, and done, too, for this time.
I know it well, sir. You always end ere you begin.
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off
'Tis indeed, madam. We thank the giver.
Who is that, servant?
Your self, sweet lady, for you gave the fire.
2.4.35688Sir Turio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks
2.4.36689And spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall
691make your wit bankrupt.
I know it well, sir. You have an exchequer of words,
693and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers,
694for it appears by their bare liveries
695that they live by your bare words.
2.4.40No more, gentlemen, no more.
697Here comes my father.
Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
2.4.43699Sir Valentine, your father is in good health.
2.4.44700What say you to a letter from your friends
My lord, I will be thankful
Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?
Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
2.4.50706To be of worth, and worthy estimation,
2.4.51707And not without desert so well reputed.
Hath he not a son?
Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves
2.4.54710The honor and regard of such a father.
You know him well?
I knew him as my self, for from our infancy
2.4.57713We have conversed and spent our hours together,
2.4.58714And though my self have been an idle truant,
2.4.60716To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
2.4.61717Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
2.4.62718Made use and fair advantage of his days:
2.4.63719His years but young, but his experience old;
2.4.64720His head un-mellowed, but his judgment ripe;
2.4.65721And in a word, for far behind his worth
2.4.66722Come all the praises that I now bestow,
2.4.67723He is complete in feature, and in mind,
2.4.68724With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Beshrew me sir, but if he make this good
2.4.70726He is as worthy for an empress's love,
2.4.71727As meet to be an emperor's counselor:
2.4.72728Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me
2.4.73729With commendation from great potentates,
2.4.74730And here he means to spend his time a while.
2.4.75731I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Should I have wished a thing, it had been he.
Welcome him, then, according to his worth.
2.4.78734Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Turio;
2.4.79735For Valentine, I need not cite him to it.
2.4.80736I will send him hither to you presently.
[Exit Duke.]
This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
2.4.82738Had come along with me, but that his mistress
2.4.83739Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.
Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
Nay, then, he should be blind, and being blind
2.4.88744How could he see his way to seek out you?
Why lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.
They say that Love hath not an eye at all.
To see such lovers, Turio, as your self.
2.4.92748Upon a homely object, Love can wink.
Have done, have done. Here comes the gentleman.
Welcome, dear Proteus. Mistress, I beseech you,
2.4.96751Confirm his welcome with some special favor.
His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
2.4.98753If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.
Mistress, it is. Sweet Lady, entertain him
2.4.100755To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
2.4.103758To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Leave off discourse of disability:
2.4.105760Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
And duty never yet did want his meed.
2.4.108763Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
I'll die on him that says so but your self.
That you are welcome?
That you are worthless.
2.4.112 [Enter a messenger to Turio.] Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
[Exit messenger.]
I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Turio,
2.4.115769Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome.
2.4.116770I'll leave you to confer of home affairs.
2.4.117771When you have done, we look to hear from you.
We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
[Exit Silvia and Turio.]
Now tell me: how do all from whence you came?
Your friends are well, and have thee much commended.
And how do yours?
I left them all in health.
How does your lady? And how thrives your love?
My tales of love were wont to weary you,
Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now,
2.4.127781I have done penance for contemning Love,
2.4.128782Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me
2.4.129783With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
2.4.130784With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
2.4.132786Love hath chased sleep from my enthrallè eyes,
2.4.133787And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
2.4.137791Nor to his service, no such joy on earth.
2.4.138792Now, no discourse, except it be of love.
2.4.139793Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
Enough, I read your fortune in your eye.
Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
No, but she is an earthly paragon.
Call her divine.
I will not flatter her.
Oh flatter me! For Love delights in praises.
When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
2.4.152806Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any,
2.4.155809Except thou wilt except against my love.
Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
And I will help thee to prefer her too.
2.4.158812She shall be dignified with this high honor:
2.4.159813To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth
2.4.160814Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss
2.4.162816Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
Why Valentine, what bragadism is this?
Pardon me, Proteus. All I can is nothing
2.4.166820To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing.
Then let her alone.
Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own,
2.4.171825As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
2.4.172826The water, nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
2.4.173827Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
2.4.174828Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
2.4.177831Is gone with her along, and I must after,
2.4.178832For Love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
But she loves you?
Ay, and we are betrothed; nay more, our marriage hour,
2.4.181835With all the cunning manner of our flight
2.4.182836Determined of: how I must climb her window,
2.4.183837The ladder made of cords, and all the means
2.4.186840In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
Go on before; I shall enquire you forth.
Will you make haste?
I will.
2.4.196848Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
2.4.200852Her true perfection, or my false transgression
2.4.201853That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
2.4.202854She is fair, and so is Julia that I love -
2.4.203855That I did love, for now my love is thawed,
2.4.205857Bears no impression of the thing it was.
2.4.209861And that's the reason I love him so little.
2.4.210862How shall I dote on her with more advice,
2.4.211863That thus without advice begin to love her?
2.4.213865And that hath dazzled my reason's light.
2.4.215867There is no reason, but I shall be blind.
2.4.217869If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.