The Same. A Room in the DUKE'S Palace. |
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Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA. |
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? |
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; |
And yet she takes exceptions at your person. |
Thu. What! that my leg is too long? |
Pro. No, that it is too little. |
Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. |
Jul. [Aside.] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. |
Thu. What says she to my face? |
Pro. She says it is a fair one. |
Thu. Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. |
Pro. But pearls are fair, and the old saying is, |
'Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.' |
Jul. [Aside.] 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; |
For I had rather wink than look on them. |
Thu. How likes she my discourse? |
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war. |
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and peace? |
Jul. [Aside.] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. |
Thu. What says she to my valour? |
Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. |
Jul. [Aside.] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. |
Thu. What says she to my birth? |
Pro. That you are well deriv'd. |
Jul. [Aside.] True; from a gentleman to a fool. |
Thu. Considers she my possessions? |
Pro. O, ay; and pities them. |
Thu. Wherefore? |
Jul. [Aside.] That such an ass should owe them. |
Pro. That they are out by lease. |
Jul. Here comes the duke. |
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Enter DUKE. |
Duke. How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! |
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late? |
Thu. Not I. |
Pro. Nor I. |
Duke. Saw you my daughter? |
Pro. Neither. |
Duke Why then, |
She's fled unto that peasant Valentine, |
And Eglamour is in her company. |
'Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both, |
As he in penance wander'd through the forest; |
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she, |
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it; |
Besides, she did intend confession |
At Patrick's cell this even, and there she was not. |
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence. |
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse, |
But mount you presently and meet with me |
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot, |
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled. |
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.[Exit. |
Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, |
That flies her fortune when it follows her. |
I'll after, more to be reveng'd on Eglamour |
Than for the love of reckless Silvia. [Exit. |
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love |
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit. |
Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love |
Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. [Exit. |
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