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to be flow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
Speed. Item, she is proud.
Laun. Out with that too: it was Eve's legacy, and cannot be ta'en from her.
Speed. Item, she hath no teeth.
Laun. I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
Speed. Item, she is curft.
Laun. If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will; for good things should be praised.
Speed. Item, she is too liberal.
Laun. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down, she's flow of; of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut; now of another thing she may,
, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
Speed. Item, she hath more hairs than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.
Laun. Stop: here; I'll have her; she was mine, and not mine, twice or thrice in that article. Rehearse that once more.
Speed. Item, she hath more hair than wit.
Laun. More hair than wit, it may be; I'll prove it: the cover of the fall hides the fali, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair, that covers the wit, is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. What's next?
Speed. And more faults than hairs.
Laun. Why, that word makes the faults gracious : well, I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is impoffible+
Speed. What then?
Laun. Why then will I tell thee, that thy master ftays for thee at the north-gate.
Speed. For me?
Laun. For thee? ay; who art thou? he hath staid for a better man than thee.
Speed. And must I go to him?
Laun. Thou must run to him, for thou hast staid so long, that going will scarce serve the turn.
Speed. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox on your love-letters!
Laun. Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter: an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets. I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
[Exeunt. SCENE V.
Enter Duke and Thurio. Duke. IR ,
Thu. Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Pro. Gone, my good lord.
Duke. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.
Pro. Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace, Let me not live to look
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 perseveres so.
Pro. The best way is to flander Valentine
Duke. Ay, but she'll think, that it is fpoke in hate.
Pro. Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander him.
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loth to do;
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it,
Thu. Therefore as you unwind her love from him, Left 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,
Duke. Much is the force of heav'n-bred poesy.
Pro. Say, that upon the altar of her beauty
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in practice.
Pro. We'll wait upon your Grace, 'till after supper;
Enter Valentine and Speed. 3 Out. Stand, Sir, and throw us what you have about you; if not, we'll make you, Sir, and rifle you.
Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the Villains, that all the travellers do fear so much.
Val. My friends,
Val. Then know, that I have little wealth to lose ;
2 Out. Whither travel you?