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I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you. Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth ;
Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:-
I'll send him hither to you presently. [Exit Duke.
Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prison
Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind,
How could he see his way to seek out you?
Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Upon a homely object love can wink.
Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman.
Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I beseech you, Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
Val. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress. Val. Leave off discourse of disability
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
No; that you are worthless.
Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome: I'll leave you to confer of home-affairs; When you have done, we look to hear from you. Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. [Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came ?
Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much
Val. And how do yours?
Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you; I know, you joy not in a love-discourse.
Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : I have done penance for contemning love; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine own heart's sor
O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
There is no wo to his correction,
Pro. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye : Was this the idol that you worship so?
Val. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
I will not flatter her. Val. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills;
And I must minister the like to you.
Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
Pro. Except my mistress. Val. Sweet, except not any; Except thou wilt except against my love. Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignified with this high honour,To bear my lady's train: lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlasting.
Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Val. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can, is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone.
Pro. Then let her alone.
Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine
And I as rich in having such a jewel,
Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Pro. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth: I must unto the road, to disembark Some necessaries that I needs must use ; And then I'll presently attend you. Val. Will you make haste? Pro. I will.
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
(1) On further knowledge.
And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
SCENE V-The same. A street. Enter Speed and Launce.
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him?
Speed. How then? shall he marry her?
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st?
Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me.