Thu.
Sir Protheus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Pro.
O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
But yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Thu.
What, that my leg's 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 spur'd to what it loaths.

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.

&clquo;Jul.
&clquo;'Tis ^note true,14Q0042 such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;
&clquo;For I had rather wink, than look on them.&crquo;

Thu.
How likes she my discourse?

Pro.
Ill, when you talk of war.

&clquo;Thu.
&clquo;But well, when I discourse of love, and peace?&crquo;

&clquo;Jul.
&clquo;But better, indeed, when you do hold your peace.&crquo;

Thu.
What says she to my valour?

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

&clquo;Jul.
&clquo;She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.&crquo;

Thu.
What says she to my birth?

Pro.
That you are well deriv'd.

&clquo;Jul.
&clquo;True; from a gentleman, to a fool.&crquo;

Thu.
Considers she my possessions?

Pro.
O, ay; and pities them.

Thu.
Wherefore?

&clquo;Jul.
&clquo;That such an ass should owe them.&crquo;

Pro.
That they are out by lease.

Jul.
Here comes the duke. Enter Duke.

Duk.
How now, sir Protheus? how now, Thurio?
Which of you saw ^note sir ^note Eglamour of late?

Thu.
Not I.

Pro.
Nor I.

Duk.
Saw you my daughter?

Pro.
Neither.

Duk.
Why, then she's fled unto the peasant ^note 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 toward Mantua, whither ^note they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit.

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