_Duke._ This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, And worthless Valentine shall be forgot. 10 _Enter PROTEUS._ How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman, According to our proclamation, gone? _Pro._ Gone, my good lord. _Duke._ My daughter takes his going grievously. _Pro._ A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. 15 _Duke._ So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee-- For thou hast shown some sign of good desert-- Makes me the better to confer with thee. _Pro._ Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace 20 Let me not live to look upon your Grace. _Duke._ Thou know'st how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. _Pro._ I do, my lord. _Duke._ And also, I think, thou art not ignorant 25 How she opposes her against my will. _Pro._ She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. _Duke._ Ay, and perversely she persevers so. What might we do to make the girl forget The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio? 30 _Pro._ The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice and poor descent, Three things that women highly hold in hate. _Duke._ Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. _Pro._ Ay, if his enemy deliver it: 35 Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. _Duke._ Then you must undertake to slander him. _Pro._ And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do: 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman, 40 Especially against his very friend. _Duke._ Where your good word cannot advantage him, Your slander never can endamage him; Therefore the office is indifferent, Being entreated to it by your friend. 45 _Pro._ You have prevail'd, my lord: if I can do it By ought that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him. But say this weed her love from Valentine, It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio. 50 _Thu._ Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Lest it should ravel and be good to none, You must provide to bottom it on me; Which must be done by praising me as much As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine. 55 _Duke._ And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind, Because we know, on Valentine's report, You are already Love's firm votary, And cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Upon this warrant shall you have access 60 Where you with Silvia may confer at large; For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy, And, for your friend's sake, will be glad of you; Where you may temper her by your persuasion To hate young Valentine and love my friend. 65