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Enter Thurio, Proteus, Julia [disguised as Sebastian].

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 valor?

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.

[Enter] Duke.

Duke.

How now, Sir Proteus? how now, Thurio?

Which of you saw 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 toward 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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