Milan. A room in the Duke’s palace.
(Thurio; Proteus; Julia; Duke)English
Thurio asks Proteus what Silvia thinks of him, and he attempts to give him optimistic answers while Julia gives a genuine assessment to herself. The Duke comes in and, learning that none of them know where Silvia is, concludes that she has fled to Valentine with Eglamour, and orders them to follow him in chasing her. Thurio is more interesting in getting revenge on Eglamour than anything else. (59 lines)
Enter Thurio, Proteus, Julia disguised as Sebastian. THU. PRO. JUL.
Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
O, sir, I find her milder than she was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
What? That my leg is too long?
No, that it is too little.
I’ll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.
But love will not be spurr’d to what it loathes.
What says she to my face?
She says it is a fair one.
Nay then the wanton lies; my face is black.
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes.
’Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes,
For I had rather wink than look on them.
How likes she my discourse?
Ill, when you talk of war.
But well, when I discourse of love and peace.
But better indeed, when you hold your peace.
What says she to my valor?
O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
What says she to my birth?
That you are well deriv’d.
True: from a gentleman to a fool.
Considers she my possessions?
O ay; and pities them.
That such an ass should owe them.
That they are out by lease.
Here comes the Duke.
Enter Duke. DUKE.
How now, Sir Proteus? How now, Thurio?
Which of you saw Eglamour of late?
Saw you my daughter?
She’s fled unto that peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
’Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander’d through the forest;
Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was she,
But being mask’d, he was not sure of it;
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick’s cell this even, and there she was not.
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence:
Therefore I pray you stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain foot
That leads toward Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her.
I’ll after, more to be reveng’d on Eglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
And I will follow, more for Silvia’s love
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.