| [Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA] | |
| THURIO | Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? |
| PROTEUS | O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. |
| THURIO | What, that my leg is too long? |
| PROTEUS | No; that it is too little. |
| THURIO | I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder. |
| JULIA | [Aside] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes. |
| THURIO | What says she to my face? |
| PROTEUS | She says it is a fair one. |
| THURIO | Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black. |
| PROTEUS | But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes. |
| JULIA | [Aside] 'Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. |
| THURIO | How likes she my discourse? |
| PROTEUS | Ill, when you talk of war. |
| THURIO | But well, when I discourse of love and peace? |
| JULIA | [Aside] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. |
| THURIO | What says she to my valour? |
| PROTEUS | O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. |
| JULIA | [Aside] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. |
| THURIO | What says she to my birth? |
| PROTEUS | That you are well derived. |
| JULIA | [Aside] True; from a gentleman to a fool. |
| THURIO | Considers she my possessions? |
| PROTEUS | O, ay; and pities them. |
| THURIO | Wherefore? |
| JULIA | [Aside] That such an ass should owe them. |
| PROTEUS | That they are out by lease. |
| JULIA | Here comes the duke. |
| [Enter DUKE] | |
| DUKE | How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late? |
| THURIO | Not I. |
| PROTEUS | Nor I. |
| DUKE | Saw you my daughter? |
| PROTEUS | 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] | |
| THURIO | Why, this it is to be a peevish girl, That flies her fortune when it follows her. I'll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour Than for the love of reckless Silvia. |
| [Exit] | |
| PROTEUS | And I will follow, more for Silvia's love Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. |
| [Exit] | |
| JULIA | And I will follow, more to cross that love Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love. |
| [Exit] |