[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
- 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
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?
- Julia. [Aside] That such an ass should owe them.
- Proteus. That they are out by lease.
- Julia. Here comes the duke.
- Duke of Milan. How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?
- Duke of Milan. 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.
- 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.
- Proteus. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
- Julia. And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love.