Pant. Tut, man: I meane thou'lt loose the flood, and in loosing the flood, loose thy voyage, and in loosing thy voyage, loose thy Master, and in loosing thy Master, loose thy seruice, and in loosing thy seruice: - why dost thou stop my mouth? Laun. For feare thou shouldst loose thy tongue Panth. Where should I loose my tongue? Laun. In thy Tale Panth. In thy Taile Laun. Loose the Tide, and the voyage, and the Master, and the Seruice, and the tide: why man, if the Riuer were drie, I am able to fill it with my teares: if the winde were downe, I could driue the boate with my sighes Panth. Come: come away man, I was sent to call thee Lau. Sir: call me what thou dar'st Pant. Wilt thou goe? Laun. Well, I will goe. Exeunt. Scena Quarta. Enter Valentine, Siluia, Thurio, Speed, Duke, Protheus. Sil. Seruant Val. Mistris 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