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  SPEED. Sir, your glove.

  VALENTINE. Not mine: my gloves are on.

  SPEED. Why, then, this may be yours; for this is but one.

  VALENTINE. Ha! let me see; ay, give it me, it's mine;

    Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!

    Ah, Silvia! Silvia!

  SPEED. [Calling] Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!

  VALENTINE. How now, sirrah?

  SPEED. She is not within hearing, sir.

  VALENTINE. Why, sir, who bade you call her?

  SPEED. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.

  VALENTINE. Well, you'll still be too forward.

  SPEED. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

  VALENTINE. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?

  SPEED. She that your worship loves?

  VALENTINE. Why, how know you that I am in love?

  SPEED. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learn'd,

like

    Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a malcontent; to relish

a

    love-song, like a robin redbreast; to walk alone, like one

that

    had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost

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 at Hallowmas. You

were

    wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd,

to

    walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently

    after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of

money.

    And now you are metamorphis'd with a mistress, that, when I

look

    on you, I can hardly think you my master.

  VALENTINE. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?

  SPEED. They are all perceiv'd without ye.

  VALENTINE. Without me? They cannot.

  SPEED. Without you! Nay, that's certain; for, without you were

so

    simple, none else would; but you are so 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.

  VALENTINE. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?

  SPEED. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?

  VALENTINE. Hast thou observ'd that? Even she, I mean.

  SPEED. Why, sir, I know her not.

  VALENTINE. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet

know'st

    her not?

  SPEED. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir?

  VALENTINE. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour'd.

  SPEED. Sir, I know that well enough.

  VALENTINE. What dost thou know?

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

  VALENTINE. 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.

  VALENTINE. How painted? and how out of count?

  SPEED. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man

counts

    of her beauty.

  VALENTINE. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.

  SPEED. You never saw her since she was deform'd.

  VALENTINE. How long hath she been deform'd?

  SPEED. Ever since you lov'd her.

  VALENTINE. 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.

  VALENTINE. 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

    Proteus for going ungarter'd!

  VALENTINE. What should I see then?

  SPEED. Your own present folly and her passing deformity; for

he,

    being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you,

being

    in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

  VALENTINE. 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.

  VALENTINE. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

  SPEED. I would you were set, so your affection would cease.

  VALENTINE. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to

one

    she loves.

  SPEED. And have you?

  VALENTINE. I have.

  SPEED. Are they not lamely writ?

  VALENTINE. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.

    Peace! here she comes.

  SPEED. [Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!

    Now will he interpret to her.

  VALENTINE. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.

  SPEED. [Aside] O, give ye good ev'n!

    Here's a million of manners.

  SILVIA. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

  SPEED. [Aside] He should give her interest, and she gives it

him.

  VALENTINE. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter

    Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;

    Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

    But for my duty to your ladyship.

  SILVIA. I thank you, gentle servant. 'Tis very clerkly done.

  VALENTINE. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;

    For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

    I writ at random, very doubtfully.

  SILVIA. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

  VALENTINE. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,

    Please you command, a thousand times as much;

    And yet-

  SILVIA. 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. [Aside] And yet you will; and yet another' yet.'

  VALENTINE. What means your ladyship? Do you not like it?

  SILVIA. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;

    But, since unwillingly, take them again.

    Nay, take them. [Gives hack the letter]

  VALENTINE. Madam, they are for you.

  SILVIA. 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.

  VALENTINE. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.

  SILVIA. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over;

    And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

  VALENTINE. If it please me, madam, what then?

  SILVIA. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour.

    And so good morrow, servant. Exit SILVIA

  SPEED. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,

    As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!

    My master sues to her; and she 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 scribe, to himself should write the

letter?

  VALENTINE. How now, sir! What are you reasoning with yourself?

  SPEED. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.

  VALENTINE. To do what?

  SPEED. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia?

  VALENTINE. To whom?

  SPEED. To yourself; why, she woos you by a figure.

  VALENTINE. What figure?

  SPEED. By a letter, I should say.

  VALENTINE. Why, she hath not writ to me.

  SPEED. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself?

    Why, do you not perceive the jest?

  VALENTINE. No, believe me.

  SPEED. No believing you indeed, sir. But did you perceive her

    earnest?

  VALENTINE. She gave me none except an angry word.

  SPEED. Why, she hath given you a letter.

  VALENTINE. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

  SPEED. And that letter hath she deliver'd, and there an end.

  VALENTINE. 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.

  VALENTINE. I have din'd.

  SPEED. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed

on

    the air, I am one that am nourish'd by my victuals, and would

    fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress! Be moved, be

moved.