SCENE II. _The same. The DUKE'S palace.

_Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA._

_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. 5

_Thu._ I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.

_Jul._ [_Aside_] But love 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. 10

_Pro._ But pearls are fair; and the old saying is, Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.

_Jul._ [_Aside_] 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them.

_Thu._ How likes she my discourse? 15

_Pro._ Ill, when you talk of war.

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

_Jul._ [_Aside_] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.

_Thu._ What says she to my valour?

_Pro._ O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. 20

_Jul._ [_Aside_] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

_Thu._ What says she to my birth?

_Pro._ That you are well derived.

_Jul._ [_Aside_] True; from a gentleman to a fool.

_Thu._ Considers she my possessions? 25

_Pro._ O, ay; and pities them.

_Thu._ Wherefore?

_Jul._ [_Aside_] That such an ass should owe them.

_Pro._ That they are out by lease.

_Jul._ Here comes the duke. 30

_Enter DUKE._

_Duke._ How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio! Which of you saw Sir Eglamour 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; 35 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; 40 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 45 Upon the rising of the mountain-foot That leads toward Mantua, whither 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 follows her. 50 I'll after, more to be revenged 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 55 Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [_Exit._ Notes: V, 2.