Act V, Scene ii:
2. The same. A room in the DUKE'S palace.

[Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.]

THURIO:

Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

PROTEUS:

O, sir, I find her milder than she was;

And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

THURIO:

What! that my leg is too long?

PROTEUS:

No; that it is too little.

THURIO:

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

JULIA:

[Aside] But love will not be spurr'd to what it loathes.

THURIO:

What says she to my face?

PROTEUS:

She says it is a fair one.

THURIO:

Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black.

PROTEUS:

But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:

'Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.'

JULIA:

[Aside] 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;

For I had rather wink than look on them.

THURIO:

How likes she my discourse?

PROTEUS:

Ill, when you talk of war.

THURIO:

But well when I discourse of love and peace?

JULIA:

[Aside] But better, indeed, when you hold your peace.

THURIO:

What says she to my valour?

PROTEUS:

O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

JULIA:

[Aside] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

THURIO:

What says she to my birth?

PROTEUS:

That you are well deriv'd.

JULIA:

[Aside] True; from a gentleman to a fool.

THURIO:

Considers she my possessions?

PROTEUS:

O, ay; and pities them.

THURIO:

Wherefore?

JULIA:

[Aside] That such an ass should owe them.

PROTEUS:

That they are out by lease.

JULIA:

Here comes the duke.

[Enter DUKE.]

DUKE:

How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!

Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?

THURIO:

Not I.

PROTEUS:

Nor I.

DUKE:

Saw you my daughter?

PROTEUS:

Neither.

DUKE:

Why then,

She's fled unto that peasant Valentine;

And Eglamour is in her company.

'Tis true; for Friar Lawrence 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;

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

Upon the rising of the mountain-foot

That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled.

Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.

[Exit.]

THURIO:

Why, this it is to be a peevish girl

That flies her fortune when it follows her.

I'll after, more to be reveng'd on Eglamour

Than for the love of reckless Silvia.

[Exit.]

PROTEUS:

And I will follow, more for Silvia's love

Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her.

[Exit.]

JULIA:

And I will follow, more to cross that love

Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.

[Exit.]