Speed. Your worship, Sir, or else I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too flow.
Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia?
Speed. She, that your worship loves?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?

Speed. Marry, by these special marks; firft, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robinred-breaft; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to figh, like a school-boy that had loft his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmafs. You were wont, when >presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was <for want of money: and now you are metamorphos'd with a miftrefs, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my mafter.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me è
Speed. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for with. out you were fo fimple, none elfe would: But you are fo without thefe follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that fees you, but is a phyfician to comment on your malady.

Val. But tell me, doft thou know my Lady Silvia?
Speed. She, that you gaze on fo as the fits at fupper?
Val. Haft thou obferv'd that? ev'n fhe I mean.
Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?

Speed. Is fhe not hard-favour'd, Sir?
Val. Not fo fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What doft thou know?

Speed.

Speed. That the is not fo fair, as of you well favour'd.
Val. I mean that her beauty is exquifite,

But her favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.

Val. How painted? and how out of count?

Speed. Marry, Sir, fo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never faw her fince she was deform'd.
Val. How long hath she been deform'd?

Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd her, ever since I saw her;
And ftill I fee her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot fee her.
Val. Why?

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 fee then?

Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity: For he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hofe.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love: for laft morning you could not fee to wipe my fhoes.

Speed. True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you fwing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclufion, I ftand affected to her.

Speed.I would you were fet, fo youraffection would ceafe. Val. Laft night fhe enjoin'd me to write some lines to one the loves.

Speed. And have you?

Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :

Peace, here she comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. Oh excellent motion! oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Val.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good marrows, Speed. Oh! 'give ye good ev'n; here's a million of

manners.

Sil. Sir Valentine and fervant, to you two thousand. Speed. He fhould give her intereft; and the gives it him. Val. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the fecret, nameless, friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your Ladyfhip.

Sil. I thank you, gentle fervant; '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? Val. No, madam, fo it fteed you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much. And yet

Sil. A pretty period; well, I guess the fequel; 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 will; and yet, another yet. [Afde Val. What means your Ladyfhip? do you not like it? Sil. Yes, yes, the lines are very quaintly writ; But fince unwillingly, take them again; Nay, take them.

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my requeft; But I will none of them; they are for you: I would have had them writ more movingly. Val. Please you, I'll write your Ladyfhip another. Sil. And when it's writ, for my fake read it over; And if it please you, fo; if not, why fo. Val. If it pleafe me, madam, what then? Sil. Why if it please you, take it for your labour;

And fo good morrow, fervant.

[Exit.

Speed. O jeft unfeen, infcrutable, invif-ible, As a nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock on a fteeple ! My mafter fues to her, and the hath taught her fuitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor:

O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my mafter, being the fcribe, 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?

Speed. To be a fpokes-man from madam Silvia.
Val. To whom?

Speed. To yourself; why, fhe wooes you by a figure.
Val. What figure?

Speed. By a letter, I should fay.

Val. Why, the hath not writ to me?
Speed. What need fhe,

When the hath made you write to yourself:
Why, do you not perceive the jeft?

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.
Speed. Why, fhe hath given you a letter.

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.
Speed. And that letter hath fhe deliver'd, and there's
an end.

Val. I would it were no worse.

Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:

"For often have you writ to her, and fhe in modefty, "Or elfe for want of idle time, could not again reply; "Or fearing elfe fome meffenger, that might her mind. difcover,

"Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto

"her lover."

All this I fpeak in print; for in print I found it.
Why mufe you, Sir? 'tis dinner time.

Val. I have din'd.

Speed. Ay, but hearken, Sir; tho' 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to Julia's House at Veroha Enter Protheus and Julia.

Pro. Hul. I muft, where is no remedy.

TTAVE patience, gentle Julia.

Pro. When poffibly I can, I will return. Jul. If you turn not, you will return the fooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's fake.

[Giving a ring. Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; here, take you this.

Ful. And feal the bargain with a holy kiss. Pro. Here is my hand for my true conftancy; And when that hour o'erflips me in the day,. Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake: The next enfuing hour fome foul mifchance 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: [Exit Julia. Julia, farewel.-What! gone without a word? Ay, fo true love fhould do; it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace

Enter Panthion.

Pan. Sir Protheus, you are stay'd for.

Pro. Go; I come.

it.

Alas! this parting ftrikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt

Laun.

SCENE changes to a Street.

Enter Launce, with his dog Crab.

AY, 'twill be this hour ere I have done

N weeping; all the kind of the Launces have

this very fault: I have receiv'd my proportion, like the prodigious fon, and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the fowreft-natur'd dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my fifter crying, our maid howl