Spee. Master, Sir Thurio frownes on you Val. I Boy, it's for loue Spee. Not of you Val. Of my Mistresse then Spee. 'Twere good you knockt him Sil. Seruant, you are sad Val. Indeed, Madam, I seeme so Thu. Seeme you that you are not? Val. Hap'ly I doe Thu. So doe Counterfeyts Val. So doe you Thu. What seeme I that I am not? Val. Wise Thu. What instance of the contrary? Val. Your folly Thu. And how quoat you my folly? Val. I quoat it in your Ierkin Thu. My Ierkin is a doublet Val. Well then, Ile double your folly Thu. How? Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio, do you change colour? Val. Giue him leaue, Madam, he is a kind of Camelion Thu. That hath more minde to feed on your bloud, then liue in your ayre Val. You haue said Sir Thu. I Sir, and done too for this time Val. I know it wel sir, you alwaies end ere you begin Sil. A fine volly of words, gentleme[n], & quickly shot off Val. 'Tis indeed, Madam, we thank the giuer Sil. Who is that Seruant? Val. Your selfe (sweet Lady) for you gaue the fire, Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your Ladiships lookes, And spends what he borrowes kindly in your company Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt Val. I know it well sir: you haue an Exchequer of words, And I thinke, no other treasure to giue your followers: For it appeares by their bare Liueries That they liue by your bare words Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more: Here comes my father Duk. Now, daughter Siluia, you are hard beset. Sir Valentine, your father is in good health, What say you to a Letter from your friends Of much good newes? Val. My Lord, I will be thankfull, To any happy messenger from thence Duk. Know ye Don Antonio, your Countriman? Val. I, my good Lord, I know the Gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed Duk. Hath he not a Sonne? Val. I, my good Lord, a Son, that well deserues The honor, and regard of such a father Duk. You know him well? Val. I knew him as my selfe: for from our Infancie We haue conuerst, and spent our howres together, And though my selfe haue beene an idle Trewant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time To cloath mine age with Angel-like perfection: Yet hath Sir Protheus (for that's his name) Made vse, and faire aduantage of his daies: His yeares but yong, but his experience old: His head vn-mellowed, but his Iudgement ripe; And in a word (for far behinde his worth Comes all the praises that I now bestow.) He is compleat in feature, and in minde, With all good grace, to grace a Gentleman Duk. Beshrew me sir, but if he make this good He is as worthy for an Empresse loue, As meet to be an Emperors Councellor: Well, Sir: this Gentleman is come to me With Commendation from great Potentates, And heere he meanes to spend his time a while, I thinke 'tis no vn-welcome newes to you