Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
 Enter VALENTINE, SILVIA, THURIO, and SPEED.

Silvia	Servant!

Valentine	Mistress?

Speed	Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

Valentine	Ay, boy, it's for love.

Speed	Not of you.

Valentine	Of my mistress, then.

Speed	'Twere good you knocked him.
												[Exit.
Silvia	Servant, you are sad.

Valentine	Indeed, madam, I seem so.

Thurio	Seem you that you are not?

Valentine	Haply I do.

Thurio	So do counterfeits.

Valentine	So do you.

Thurio	What seem I that I am not?

Valentine	Wise.

Thurio	What instance of the contrary?

Valentine	Your folly.

Thurio	And how quote you my folly?

Valentine	I quote it in your jerkin.

Thurio	My jerkin is a doublet.

Valentine	Well, then I'll double your folly.

Thurio	How!

Silvia	What, angry, Sir Thurio? Do you change colour?

Valentine	Give him leave, madam, he is a kind of chameleon.

Thurio	That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your 
	air.

Valentine	You have said, sir.

Thurio	Ay, sir; and done too, for this time.

Valentine	I know it well, sir, you always end ere you begin.

Silvia	A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.

Valentine	'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.

Silvia	Who is that, servant?

Valentine	Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio 
	borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what 
	he borrows kindly in your company.

Thurio	Sir, if you spend word for word with me I shall make your 
	wit bankrupt.

Valentine	I know it well, sir. You have an exchequer of words, and, I 
	think, no other treasure to give your followers, for it 
	appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare 
	words.

Silvia	No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my father.

                               Enter DUKE.

Duke	Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
	Sir Valentine, your father is in good health.
	What say you to a letter from your friends
	Of much good news?

Valentine						My lord, I will be thankful
	To any happy messenger from thence.

Duke	Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?

Valentine	Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
	To be of worth and worthy estimation,
	And not without desert so well reputed.

Duke	Hath he not a son?

Valentine	Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves
	The honour and regard of such a father.

Duke	You know him well?

Valentine	I knew him as myself, for from our infancy
	We have conversed, and spent our hours together;
	And though myself have been an idle truant,
	Omitting the sweet benefit of time
	To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
	Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,
	Made use and fair advantage of his days:
	His years but young, but his experience old;
	His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe;
	And, in a word - for far behind his worth
	Comes all the praises that I now bestow-
	He is complete in feature and in mind,
	With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

Duke	Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good
	He is as worthy for an empress' love
	As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
	Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me
	With commendation from great potentates,
	And here he means to spend his time awhile.
	I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

Valentine	Should I have wished a thing, it had been he.

Duke	Welcome him, then, according to his worth.
	Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Thurio;
	For Valentine, I need not cite him to it.
	I will send him hither to you presently.
												[Exit.
Valentine	This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
	Had come along with me but that his mistress
	Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.

Silvia	Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
	Upon some other pawn for fealty.

Valentine	Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.

Silvia	Nay, then he should be blind, and, being blind,
	How could he see his way to seek out you?

Valentine	Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.

Thurio	They say that Love hath not an eye at all.

Valentine	To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself;
	Upon a homely object Love can wink.

                              Enter PROTEUS.

Silvia	Have done, have done. Here comes the gentleman.

Valentine	Welcome, dear Proteus. Mistress, I beseech you,
	Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

Silvia	His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
	If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.

Valentine	Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him
	To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

Silvia	Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

Proteus	Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
	To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

Valentine	Leave off discourse of disability.
	Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

Proteus	My duty will I boast of, nothing else.

Silvia	And duty never yet did want his meed.
	Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.

Proteus	I'll die on him that says so but yourself.

Silvia	That you are welcome?

Proteus							That you are worthless.

                             Enter a SERVANT.

Servant	Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.

Silvia	I wait upon his pleasure.
												[Exit SERVANT.
								Come, Sir Thurio,
	Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome.
	I'll leave you to confer of home affairs.
	When you have done, we look to hear from you.

Proteus	We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
									  [Exeunt SILVIA, and THURIO.

Valentine	Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came?

Proteus	Your friends are well, and have them much commended.

Valentine	And how do yours?

Proteus						I left them all in health.

Valentine	How does your lady; and how thrives your love?

Proteus	My tales of love were wont to weary you;
	I know you joy not in a love-discourse.

Valentine	Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now.
	I have done penance for contemning Love,
	Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me
	With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
	With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
	For, in revenge of my contempt of Love,
	Love hath chased sleep from my enthralld eyes,
	And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
	O, gentle Proteus, Love's a mighty lord,
	And hath so humbled me as I confess
	There is no woe to his correction,
	Nor to his service no such joy on earth.
	Now, no discourse, except it be of Love.
	Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep
	Upon the very naked name of Love.

Proteus	Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
	Was this the idol that you worship so?

Valentine	Even she. And is she not a heavenly saint?

Proteus	No, but she is an earthly paragon.

Valentine	Call her divine.

Proteus						I will not flatter her.

Valentine	O flatter me; for love delights in praises.

Proteus	When I was sick you gave me bitter pills,
	And I must minister the like to you.

Valentine	Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
	Yet let her be a principality,
	Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

Proteus	Except my mistress.

Valentine						Sweet, except not any;
	Except thou wilt except against my love.

Proteus	Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

Valentine	And I will help thee to prefer her too.
	She shall be dignified with this high honour:
	To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth
	Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
	And, of so great a favour growing proud,
	Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower,
	And make rough winter everlastingly.

Proteus	Why, Valentine, what braggartism is this?

Valentine	Pardon me, Proteus, all I can is nothing
	To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing.
	She is alone.

Proteus					Then let her alone.

Valentine	Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own,
	And I as rich, in having such a jewel,
	As twenty seas if all their sand were pearl,
	The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
	Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
	Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
	My foolish rival, that her father likes
	Only for his possessions are so huge,
	Is gone with her along, and I must after,
	For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.

Proteus	But she loves you?

Valentine	Ay, and we are betrothed; nay, more, our marriage-hour,
	With all the cunning manner of our flight,
	Determined of: how I must climb her window,
	The ladder made of cords, and all the means
	Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.
	Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
	In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

Proteus	Go on before; I shall enquire you forth.
	I must unto the road, to disembark
	Some necessaries that I needs must use,
	And then I'll presently attend you.

Valentine	Will you make haste?

Proteus	I will.
												[Exit VALENTINE.
	Even as one heat another heat expels,
	Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
	So the remembrance of my former love
	Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
	Is it mine eye, or Valentine's praise,
	Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
	That makes me, reasonless, to reason thus?
	She is fair, and so is Julia that I love-
	That I did love, for now my love is thawed,
	Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire,
	Bears no impression of the thing it was.
	Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
	And that I love him not as I was wont.
	O, but I love his lady too-too much,
	And that's the reason I love him so little.
	How shall I dote on her with more advice,
	That thus without advice begin to love her?
	'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
	And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
	But when I look on her perfections
	There is no reason but I shall be blind.
	If I can check my erring love, I will;
	If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.
												[Exit.
