Val. Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it's mine: Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine, Ah Siluia, Siluia Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia Val. How now Sirha? Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir Val. Why sir, who bad you call her? Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke Val. Well: you'll still be too forward Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia? Speed. Shee that your worship loues? Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue? Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-redbreast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence: to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Masse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner: when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when I looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me? Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye Val. Without me? they cannot Speed. Without you? nay, that's certaine: for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment on your Malady Val. But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia? Speed. Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? Val. Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane Speed. Why sir, I know her not Val. Do'st thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st her not? Speed. Is she not hard-fauour'd, sir? Val. Not so faire (boy) as well fauour'd Speed. Sir, I know that well enough Val. What dost thou know? Speed. That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fauourd? Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite, But her fauour infinite Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that no man counts of her beauty Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty Speed. You neuer saw her since she was deform'd Val. How long hath she beene deform'd? Speed. Euer since you lou'd her Val. I haue lou'd her euer since I saw her, And still I see her beautifull Speed. If you loue her, you cannot see her Val. Why? Speed. Because Loue is blinde: O that you had mine eyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wont to haue, when you chidde at Sir Protheus, for going vngarter'd