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Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud,
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:
Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already,
Pro. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then,
and I a sheep? Pro, I do. Speed. Why, then, my horns are his horns, whether I
wake or sleep.
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry “baa.”
Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, 'twere best pound you.
Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, -- a pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Pro. But what said she?
Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, Ay.
Pro. And that set together is noddy.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word "noddy" for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains (Giving him money). What said she?
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.
Pro. What, said she nothing?
Speed. No, not so much as "Take this for thy pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and 80, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Which cannot perish having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore. (Exit Speed. I must go send some better messenger: I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.
SCENE II. The same. The garden of Julia's house.
Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow-simple skill.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine;
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason;
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
[Gives a letter.
There, take the paper: see it be return'd;
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
That you may ruminate. Erit.
her to a fault for which I chid her.
What would your ladyship?
I would it were,
Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly?