Page 1906 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

VALENT INE

She gave me none, except an angry word.

SPEED

Why, she hath given you a letter.

VALENT INE

That’s the letter I writ to her friend. [150]

SPEED

And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.

VALENT INE

I would it were no worse.

SPEED

I’ll warrant you, ’tis as well:
For often have you writ to her; and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; [155]
Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover,
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? ’Tis
dinner-time.

VALENT INE

I have dined. [160]

SPEED

Ay, but hearken, sir: though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am
one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not
like your mistress; be moved, be moved.

Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Proteus [and] Julia.

PROT EUS

Have patience, gentle Julia.