Val. Should I haue wish'd a thing, it had beene he Duk. Welcome him then according to his worth: Siluia, I speake to you, and you Sir Thurio, For Valentine, I need not cite him to it, I will send him hither to you presently Val. This is the Gentleman I told your Ladiship Had come along with me, but that his Mistresse Did hold his eyes, lockt in her Christall lookes Sil. Be-like that now she hath enfranchis'd them Vpon some other pawne for fealty Val. Nay sure, I thinke she holds them prisoners stil Sil. Nay then he should be blind, and being blind How could he see his way to seeke out you? Val. Why Lady, Loue hath twenty paire of eyes Thur. They say that Loue hath not an eye at all Val. To see such Louers, Thurio, as your selfe, Vpon a homely obiect, Loue can winke Sil. Haue done, haue done: here comes y gentleman Val. Welcome, deer Protheus: Mistris, I beseech you Confirme his welcome, with some speciall fauor Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hether, If this be he you oft haue wish'd to heare from Val. Mistris, it is: sweet Lady, entertaine him To be my fellow-seruant to your Ladiship Sil. Too low a Mistres for so high a seruant Pro. Not so, sweet Lady, but too meane a seruant To haue a looke of such a worthy a Mistresse Val. Leaue off discourse of disabilitie: Sweet Lady, entertaine him for your Seruant Pro. My dutie will I boast of, nothing else Sil. And dutie neuer yet did want his meed. Seruant, you are welcome to a worthlesse Mistresse Pro. Ile die on him that saies so but your selfe Sil. That you are welcome? Pro. That you are worthlesse Thur. Madam, my Lord your father wold speak with you Sil. I wait vpon his pleasure: Come Sir Thurio, Goe with me: once more, new Seruant welcome; Ile leaue you to confer of home affaires, When you haue done, we looke too heare from you Pro. Wee'll both attend vpon your Ladiship Val. Now tell me: how do al from whence you came? Pro. Your frends are wel, & haue the[m] much co[m]mended Val. And how doe yours? Pro. I left them all in health Val. How does your Lady? & how thriues your loue? Pro. My tales of Loue were wont to weary you, I know you ioy not in a Loue-discourse Val. I Protheus, but that life is alter'd now, I haue done pennance for contemning Loue, Whose high emperious thoughts haue punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitentiall grones, With nightly teares, and daily hart-sore sighes, For in reuenge of my contempt of loue, Loue hath chas'd sleepe from my enthralled eyes, And made them watchers of mine owne hearts sorrow. O gentle Protheus, Loue's a mighty Lord, And hath so humbled me, as I confesse There is no woe to his correction, Nor to his Seruice, no such ioy on earth: Now, no discourse, except it be of loue: Now can I breake my fast, dine, sup, and sleepe, Vpon the very naked name of Loue