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| SCENE II. The same. The DUKE's palace. |
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Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA
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| THURIO |
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Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
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| PROTEUS |
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O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
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| THURIO |
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What, that my leg is too long?
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| PROTEUS |
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5 No; that it is too little.
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| THURIO |
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I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.
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| JULIA |
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(Aside)
But love will not be spurr'd to what
it loathes.
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| THURIO |
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What says she to my face?
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| PROTEUS |
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10 She says it is a fair one.
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| THURIO |
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Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black.
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| PROTEUS |
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But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
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| JULIA |
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(Aside)
'Tis true; such pearls as put out
15 ladies' eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them.
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| THURIO |
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How likes she my discourse?
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| PROTEUS |
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Ill, when you talk of war.
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| THURIO |
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But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
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| JULIA |
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But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.
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| THURIO |
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What says she to my valour?
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| PROTEUS |
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O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
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| JULIA |
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(Aside)
She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
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| THURIO |
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What says she to my birth?
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| PROTEUS |
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25 That you are well derived.
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| JULIA |
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(Aside)
True; from a gentleman to a fool.
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| THURIO |
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Considers she my possessions?
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| PROTEUS |
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O, ay; and pities them.
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| THURIO |
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Wherefore?
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| JULIA |
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That such an ass should owe them.
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| PROTEUS |
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That they are out by lease.
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| JULIA |
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Here comes the duke.
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Enter DUKE
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| DUKE |
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How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?
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| THURIO |
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35 Not I.
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| PROTEUS |
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Nor I.
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| DUKE |
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Saw you my daughter?
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| PROTEUS |
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Neither.
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| DUKE |
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Why then,
40 She's fled unto that peasant Valentine;
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,
45 But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it;
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,
50 But mount you presently and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
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Exit
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| THURIO |
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Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
55 That flies her fortune when it follows her.
I'll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
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Exit
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| PROTEUS |
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And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
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Exit
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| JULIA |
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60 And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love.
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Exit
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