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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 yours; 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; For, being ignorant to whom it goes, I writ at random, very doubtfully , Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much
. pains ?
Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel;
[Aside. Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: But since unwillingly, take them again ; Nay, take them.
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request : But I will none of them; they are for you: I would have had them writ more movingly.
? Like a scholar.
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 Silvia:
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 scribe, to himself should write
the letter? Val. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with
yourself? Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have the reason.
Val. To do what?
Speed. What need she, when she hath 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 preceive her earnest ?
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. :
Speed. And that letter hath she deliver’d, and there an end. 8
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
discover, 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.
Val. I have dined.
Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir : though the cameleon .Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat : 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.
[Exeunt. ' SCENE II.
Enter Proteus and Julia,
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner : Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake..
[Giving a ring
* There's the conclusion.
Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take
Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
Pro. Go; I come, I come :-
Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog. Laun. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind9 of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion, like the pro• digious son, and am going with sir Proteus to the
Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our horise in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear; he is a stone, a very pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoe is my mother ;nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is so, it is.so; it hath the worser sole; This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father ; A vengeance on't! there 'tis : now, sir, this staff is my sister ; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as small, as a wand : this hat is Nan; our maid; I am the dog : -no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog -0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing ; now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on :--now come I to my mother, (O, that she could speak now!) like a wood' woman ;-well, I kiss her ;--why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath up and down : now come I to my sister, mark the moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
* Crazy, distracted.