ACT II SCENE I | Milan. The Duke's Palace. | |
[Enter VALENTINE and SPEED] |
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 | 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. | 10 |
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 |
| learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, |
| like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a |
| robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had | 20 |
| 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 |
| walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you |
| fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you |
| looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you | 30 |
| are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look |
| on you, I can hardly think you my master. |
VALENTINE | Are all these things perceived in me? |
SPEED | They are all perceived 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 | 40 |
| 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 observed that? even she, I mean. |
SPEED | Why, sir, I know her not. |
VALENTINE | Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet |
| knowest her not? |
SPEED | Is she not hard-favoured, sir? |
VALENTINE | Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured. | 50 |
SPEED | Sir, I know that well enough. |
VALENTINE | What dost thou know? |
SPEED | That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured. |
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. | 60 |
VALENTINE | How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
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SPEED | You never saw her since she was deformed. |
VALENTINE | How long hath she been deformed? |
SPEED | Ever since you loved her. |
VALENTINE | I have loved 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; | 70 |
| or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to |
| have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going |
| ungartered! |
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. | 80 |
SPEED | True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, |
| you swinged 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 enjoined me to write some lines to |
| one she loves. |
SPEED | And have you? |
VALENTINE | I have. | 90 |
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!
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| Now will he interpret to her. |
[Enter SILVIA] |
VALENTINE | Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. |
SPEED | [Aside] O, give ye good even! here's a million of manners.
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SILVIA | Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. |
SPEED | [Aside] He should give her interest and she gives it him.
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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? | 110 |
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.'
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VALENTINE | What means your ladyship? do you not like it? |
SILVIA | Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ; | 120 |
| But since unwillingly, take them again. |
| Nay, take them. |
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? | 130 |
SILVIA | Why, if it please you, take it for your labour: |
| And so, good morrow, servant. |
[Exit] |
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? | 140 |
SPEED | Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason. |
VALENTINE | To do what? |
SPEED | To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia. |
VALENTINE | To whom? |
SPEED | To yourself: why, she wooes 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 | 150 |
| 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 delivered, and there an end. |
VALENTINE | I would it were no worse. | 160 |
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 dined. |
SPEED | Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can | 170 |
| feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my |
| victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like |
| your mistress; be moved, be moved. |
[Exeunt] |