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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