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.

Jul. [Aside]
But love ^note will not be spurr'd to what it loathes.

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.

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

Thu.
How likes she my discourse?

Pro.
Ill, when you talk of war.

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

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

Thu.
What says she to my valour?

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

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

Thu.
What says she to my birth?

Pro.
That you are well derived.

Jul. [Aside ^note]
True; from a gentleman to a fool.

Thu.
Considers she my possessions ^note?

Pro.
O, ay; and pities them.

Thu.
Wherefore?

Jul. [Aside ^note]
That such an ass should owe ^note them.

Pro.
That they are out by lease.

Jul.
Here comes the duke. Enter Duke.

Duke.
How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw Sir ^note Eglamour of late?

Thu.
Not I.

Pro.
Nor I.

Duke.
Saw you my daughter?

Pro.
Neither.

Duke.
Why then,
She's ^note fled unto that ^note 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 ^note;
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 toward ^note Mantua, whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit. ^note

Thu.
Why, this is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when ^note it follows her.
I'll after, more to be revenged on ^note Eglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia. [Exit. ^note

Pro.
And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. [Exit. ^note

Jul.
And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit. ^note

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