Duke.
Sir Thurio, fear not, but that she will love you,
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.

Thu.
Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Forsworn my company, and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.

Duke.
This weak impress of love, is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Enter Protheus.
How now, Sir Protheus; is your countreyman,
According to our proclamation, gone?

Pro.
Gone, my good lord.

Duke.
My daughter takes his going heavily.

Pro.
A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

Duke.
So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.
Protheus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
(For thou hast shown some sign of good desert)
Makes me the better to confer with thee.

Pro.
Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace,
Let me not live to look upon your Grace.

Duke.
Thou know'st how willingly I would effect
The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter.

Pro.
I do, my lord.

Duke.
And also I do think thou art not ignorant
How she opposes her against my will.

Pro.
She did my lord, when Valentine was here.

Duke.
Ay, and perversely she persevers so.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?

Pro.
The best way is to slander Valentine
With falshood, cowardise and poor descent:
Three things that women highly hold in hate.

Duke.
Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate.

Pro.
Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken
By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.

Duke.
Then you must undertake to slander him.

Pro.
And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do;
'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,
Especially against his very friend.

Duke.
Where your good word cannot advantage him,
Your slander never can endamage him;
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being intreated to it by your friend.

Pro.
You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,
By ought that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say this wean her love from Valentine,
It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio,

Thu.
Therefore as you unwind her love from him,
Lest it should ravel, and be good to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me:
Which must be done, by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine.

Duke.
And, Protheus, we dare trust you in this kind,
Because we know, on Valentine's report,

You are already love's firm votary,
And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
Upon this warrant shall you have access,
Where you with Silvia may confer at large:
For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you;
Where you may temper her, by your persuasion,
To hate young Valentine, and love my friend.

Pro.
As much as I can do, I will effect.
But you Sir Thurio are not sharp enough;
You must lay lime, to tangle her desires
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhimes
Should be full fraught with serviceable vows.

Duke.
Much is the force of heav'n-bred poesie.

Pro.
Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write 'till your ink be dry, and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
That may discover such integrity:
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets sinews,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tygers tame, and huge Leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps, and dance on sands.
After your dire-lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
With some sweet consort: to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

Duke.
This discipline shews thou hast been in love.

Thu.
And thy advice this night I'll put in practice;
Therefore sweet Protheus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently

To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in musick;
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
To give the onset to thy good advice.

Duke.
About it gentlemen.

Pro.
We'll wait upon your Grace 'till after supper,
And afterwards determine our proceedings.

Duke.
Ev'n now about it. I will pardon you. [Exeunt.

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