_Pro._ I'll die on him that says so but yourself. 110 _Sil._ That you are welcome? _Pro._ That you are worthless. _Re-enter THURIO._ _Thu._ Madam, my lord your father would speak with you. _Sil._ I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio, Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome: I'll leave you to confer of home affairs; 115 When you have done, we look to hear from you. _Pro._ We'll both attend upon your ladyship. [_Exeunt Silvia and Thurio._ _Val._ Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? _Pro._ Your friends are well, and have them much commended. _Val._ And how do yours? _Pro._ I left them all in health. 120 _Val._ How does your lady? and how thrives your love? _Pro._ My tales of love were wont to weary you; I know you joy not in a love-discourse. _Val._ Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: I have done penance for contemning Love, 125 Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs; For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes, 130 And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow. O gentle Proteus, Love's a mighty lord, And hath so humbled me; as I confess There is no woe to his correction, Nor to his service no such joy on earth. 135 Now no discourse, except it be of love; Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep, Upon the very naked name of love. _Pro._ Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. Was this the idol that you worship so? 140 _Val._ Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? _Pro._ No; but she is an earthly paragon. _Val._ Call her divine. _Pro._ I will not flatter her. _Val._ O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. _Pro._ When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills; 145 And I must minister the like to you. _Val._ Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Yet let her be a principality, Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. _Pro._ Except my mistress. _Val._ Sweet, except not any; 150 Except thou wilt except against my love. _Pro._ Have I not reason to prefer mine own? _Val._ And I will help thee to prefer her too: She shall be dignified with this high honour,-- To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth 155 Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, And make rough winter everlastingly. _Pro._ Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? 160 _Val._ Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing; She is alone. _Pro._ Then let her alone.