_Launce._ Well, I will go. [_Exeunt._ Notes: II, 3. 9: _pebble_] _pibble_ Ff. 20: _I am the dog_] _I am me_ Hanmer. _Oh, the dog is me_] _Ay, the dog is the dog_ Hanmer. 25: _she_] _the shoe_ Hanmer. _a wood woman_] Theobald. _a would woman_ Ff. _an ould woman_ Pope. _a wild woman_ Collier MS. Malone (Blackstone conj.) punctuates (_O that she could speak now!_) 35: _tied ... tied_] _Tide ... tide_ F1. _Tide ... tyde_ F2 F3 F4. 45: _thy tail!_] _my tail?_ Hanmer. [Kicking him. Anon. conj. 46: _tide_] _Tide_ F1 F4. _Tyde_ F2 F3. _flood_ Pope. _tied_ Collier. 47: _and the tied_] Singer. _and the tide_ Ff. om. Capell. _The tide!_ Steevens. _indeed!_ S. Verges conj. SCENE IV. _Milan. The DUKE'S palace._ _Enter SILVIA, VALENTINE, THURIO, and SPEED._ _Sil._ Servant! _Val._ Mistress? _Speed._ Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. _Val._ Ay, boy, it's for love. _Speed._ Not of you. 5 _Val._ Of my mistress, then. _Speed._ 'Twere good you knocked him. [_Exit._ _Sil._ Servant, you are sad. _Val._ Indeed, madam, I seem so. _Thu._ Seem you that you are not? 10 _Val._ Haply I do. _Thu._ So do counterfeits. _Val._ So do you. _Thu._ What seem I that I am not? _Val._ Wise. 15 _Thu._ What instance of the contrary? _Val._ Your folly. _Thu._ And how quote you my folly? _Val._ I quote it in your jerkin. _Thu._ My jerkin is a doublet. 20 _Val._ Well, then, I'll double your folly. _Thu._ How? _Sil._ What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour? _Val._ Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. _Thu._ That hath more mind to feed on your blood than 25 live in your air. _Val._ You have said, sir. _Thu._ Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. _Val._ I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. _Sil._ A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly 30 shot off. _Val._ 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. _Sil._ Who is that, servant? _Val._ Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and 35 spends what he borrows 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 have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers, 40 for it appears, by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words. _Sil._ No more, gentlemen, no more:--here comes my father. _Enter DUKE._ _Duke._ Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. 45 Sir Valentine, your father's in good health: What say you to a letter from your friends Of much good news? _Val._ My lord, I will be thankful To any happy messenger from thence. _Duke._ Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman? 50