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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, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.
Val. How long hath she been deformed ?
Speed. Ever since you loved her.
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still
I see her beautiful.

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

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungarter

ed!

Val. What should I see then?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deforinity: 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.

Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : I thank, you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection would cease.

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VOL. XI.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she 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. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.

[Aside. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.

Speed. O, 'give you good even! here's a million of manners.

[Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.

[ Aside.
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 ?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much: And yet,

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 will; and yet another yet.

[ 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. 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. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.
Val. To whom?

Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.
Val. What figure ?
Speed. By a letter, I should say,
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me?

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 perceive her earnest ?

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word.
Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter.
Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

Speed. And that letter hath 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 discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.Wby 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 mored. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Verona. A room in Julia's house.

Enter PROTEUS and Julia. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Jul. I must, where is no remedy. · Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.

Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner: Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

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

you this.
Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

Pro. Here is my hand 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 pot;
The tide is now: nay, not the tide of tears;
That tide will stay me longer than I should :

[Exit JULIA.
Julia, farewell.–What! gone without a word ?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Enter PanthINO. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for

Pro. Go; I come, I come:Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt.

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