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Speed. Ever since
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
68 Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protheus for going ungarter'd!
Val. What should I see then ?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your
hose. Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
79 Speed. True, sir ; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swing'd me for my love, which nakes me the bolder to chide you
for your's. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I wowd you were set, so your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you?
90 Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them : Peace, here she comes.
Speed. Oh excellent motion! Oh exceeding pup, petl now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good mor
Speed. Oh! 'give ye good even ! here's a million of manners.
Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret nameless friend of your's ; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship..
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off ;
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains ?
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write, i Please you command, a thousand times as much :
Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel ; And yet I will not name it ;-and yet I care not ; And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you; Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
Speed. And yet you and yet another yet.
[ Aside. Val. What means your ladyship: do you not like
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my requests But I will none of them; they are for you : I would have had them writ more moyingly. 129
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over: And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Val. If it please me, madam ? what then ?
Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour; And so good-morrow, servant.
[Exit. Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a
steeple ! My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my master, being the scribe, to himself should
write the letter? Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was rhiming : 'tis you that have the reason. Val. To do what? Ciij
Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.
Speed. What need she, when she made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir : But did you perceive her earnest ?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
160 Speed. And that letter bath she deliver'd, and there an end.
Val, I would, it were no worse.
Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well : For often you have writ to her ; and she, in modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply ; Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind disa
cover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her
lover, All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner time.
170 Val. I have din'd.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd
by my victuals, and would fain have meat: Oh be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved!
JULIA's House at Verona. Enter PROTHEUS, and
Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. 180
[Giving a Ring, Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.
Pro. Here is my hard for my true constancy; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day, Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake, The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming; answer not; The tide is now : nay, not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should : 190
[Exit JULIA. Julia, farewel. What! gone without a word ?