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.

Pro.
But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths* ^note.

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^{1 note}

Jul.
'Tis true^{2 note}, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.

Thu.
How likes she my discourse?

Pro.
Ill, when you talk of war.

Thu.
But well, when I discourse of love, and peace?

Jul.
But better, indeed, when you hold your peace. [Aside.

Thu.
What syas she to my valour?

Pro.
O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

Jul.
She needs not, when she knows it cowardice. [Aside.

Thu.
What says she to my birth?

Pro.
That you are well deriv'd.

Jul.
True; from a gentleman to a fool. [Aside.

Thu.
Considers she my possessions?

Pro.
O, ay; and pities them.

Thu.
Wherefore?

Jul.
That such an ass should owe them. [Aside.

Pro.
That they are out by lease^{3 note}

Jul.
Here comes the duke.

Enter Duke.

Duke.
How now, sir Proteus? how now, Thurio?
Which of you saw sir Eglamour^{4 note}, 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 towards Mantua; whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit.

Thu.
Why, this it is to be a peevish girl^{5 note}
,
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^{6 note}
. [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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