Act 2. Scene I - Page 2

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.

VALENTINE
How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.

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;
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.

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.

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!
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.

SILVIA
Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

SPEED
[Aside] He should give her interest and she gives it him.

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?

VALENTINE
No, madam; so it stead you, I will write
Please you