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Act III. Scene II.

Scene II.—The Same. A Room in the DUKE'S

Enter DUKE and THURIO.

Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will
love you,
Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me
Forsworn my company and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a
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.

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.
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
Let me not live to look upon your Grace.
Duke. Thou know'st how willingly I would
The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter.
Pro. I do, my lord.
Duke. And also, I think, thou art not
How she opposes her against my will.
Pro. She did, my lord, when Valentine was
Duke. Ay, and perversely she persevers so.
What might we do to make the girl forget
The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?
Pro. The best way is to slander Valentine
With falsehood, cowardice, and poor de-
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:
Therefore it must with circumstance be
By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.
Duke. Then you must undertake to slander
Pro. And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do;
'Tis an ill office for a gentleman,
Especially against his very friend.
Duke, Where your good word cannot advan-
tage him,
Your slander never can endamage him:
Therefore the office is indifferent,
Being entreated to it by your friend.
Pro. You have prevail'd, my lord. If I can.
do it,
By aught 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.
Thu. Therefore, as you unwind her love from
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.
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
Upon this warrant shall you have access
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 per-
To hate young Valentine and love my friend.
Pro. As much as I can do I will effect.
But you. Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;
You must lay lime to tangle her desires
By wailful sonnets, whose composed rimes
Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.
Duke. Ay,
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
Pro. Say that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart.
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
That may discover such integrity:
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands,
After your dire-lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
With. some sweet consort: to their instru-
Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet-complaining griev-
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
Duke. This discipline shows thou hast been
in love.
Thu. And thy advice this night I'll put in
Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
Let us into the city presently
To sort some gentlemen well skill'd in music.
I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
To give the onset to thy good advice.
Duke. About it, gentlemen!
Pro. We'll wait upon your grace till after-
And afterward determine our proceedings.
Duke. Even now about it! I will pardon you.
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