Speed. Your worship, Sir, or else I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll ftill 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 ; first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a Robinred-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; 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 fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar as Hallowmass. You were wont, when >presently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, 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 mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
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 so simple, none else would : But you are fo without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that sees you, but is a physician to comment on your malady.

Val. But tell me, doft thou know my Lady Silvia?
Speed. She, that you gaze on so as the fits at supper?
Val. Haft thou observ'd that I 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 she not hard-favour'd, Sir?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Vol. What doft thou know?

Speed.

Speed. That she is not so fair, as of you well favour'd.

Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, 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 ao man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never saw her since she was deform’d.
Val. How long hath she been deformid:
Speed. Ever since

you

lov'd her.
Val. I have lov'd 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 eyes had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protheus for going ungarter'd!

Val. What should I see then ?

Speed. Your own present folly, and her pafling deformity : For he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on

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 swing'd 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 fet, so youraffection would cease.

Val. Laft night she enjoin'd 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. Oh excellent motion! oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Valo

your hose.

manners.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good marrows, Speed. Oh! 'give ye good ev'n; here's a million of Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand, Speed. He should give her interest ; and the gives it him.

tal. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the secret, nameless, friend of yours; Which I was much onwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your Ladyfhip..

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 fteed 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. [ Afide.
Val. What means your Ladyship? 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 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 r my

fake 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. Spend. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invif-ible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and the 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 the scribe, to himself should

write the letter? Val. How now, Sir? what are you reasoning with

yourself?
Speed. Nay, I was thiming; 'tis you that have the reason.
Val. To do what?
Speed. To be a spokes-man 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 the,
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, 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'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 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 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 vi&uals ; and would fain have meat: oh, be not like your mistress ; be moved, be moved. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to Julia's House at Veronas

Enter Protheus and Julia. Pro. LTAVE patience, gentle Yulia. .

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 fake.

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

H

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'erslips me in the day, . Wherein I figh not, Julia, for thy fake : The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me, for my love's forgetfulness ! My father stays my coming; answer not: The tide is now ; nay, not thy tide of tears ; Thattide will stay me longer than I should: [Exit Julia. Julia, farewel.--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 Panthion. Pan. Sir Protheus, you are stay'd for.

Pro. Go; I come. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. [Exeunt, SCEN E changes to a Street.

Enter Launce, with his dog Crab. Laun.

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