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and the service The tide —Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. Pan. Come, come away, man ; I was sent to call thee. Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest. Pan. Wilt thou go? Laun. Well, I will go. [Exeunt.

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Pal. Well, then, I'll double your folly. Thu. How Sil. What, angry, fir Thurio do you change colour * Wal. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon. Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air. Wal. You have said, sir. Thu. Ay, fir, and done too, for this time. Pal. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly fhot off. Val. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant Pal. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire : fir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and fpends what he borrows, kindly in your company. Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. Val. I know it well, fir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes my father.

Enter Duke.

Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health :
What say you to a letter from your friends
Of much good news

Wal. My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger from thence.

Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your countryman

C 4 Val,

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