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My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. Duke. Kuow you Don Antonio, your country.
man? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed.
Duke. Hath he not a son?
Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well deserves The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well ?
Val. I knew him as myself; for from our infancy We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: And though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days: His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgement ripe; And, in a word (for far behind bis worth Come all the praises that I now bestow), He is complete in feature, and in mind, With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Duke. Beshrew* me, sir, but, if he make this good, He is as worthy for an empress' love, As meet to be an emperor's counsellor. Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, With commendation from great potentates; And here he means to spend his time a-while : I think, 'tis uo 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 :For Valentine, I need not citet him to it: I'll send him hither to you presently.
[Exit Duke. Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship,
Had come along with me, but that his mistress
Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd them
still. Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being
bliud, 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.
Enter Proteus, Sil. Have done, have done; here comes the gen.
tleman. Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !--Mistress, I be
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
Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed; Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress,
Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.
No; that you are worthless.
Enter Servant. Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak
Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Erit 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
commended. Val. And how do yours? Pro.
I left them all in health. Vul. How does your lady? and how thrives your
love? 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 contemuing love; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore siglis; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chasd sleep from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine owo heart's sor.
0, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
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 fatter ber,
And I must minister the like to you.
Vul. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Pro. Except my mistress.
Sweet, except not any;
Val. And I will help thee to preser her loo: 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 pruud, 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. Notof the world: why, man, she is mineowa;
Pro. But she loves you?
Ay, and we are betroth'd;
Pro. Go on before; I shall enquire you forth: I must unto the road, to disembark
Some necessaries that I needs niust use.
Val. Will you make baste ?
The same. A street.
Enter Speed and Launce. Speed. Launce! by mine bonesty, welcome to Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I
. On further knowledge.