Page 1910 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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LAUNCE Exeunt.
Well, I will go.
Scene IV IT
Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, [and] Speed.
SILVIA
Servant!
VALENT INE
Mistress?
SPEED
Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
VALENT INE
Ay, boy; it’s for love.
SPEED
Not of you. [5]
VALENT INE
Of my mistress, then.
SPEED
’Twere good you knocked him.
SILVIA
Servant, you are sad.
VALENT INE
Indeed, madam, I seem so.
T HURIO
Seem you that you are not? [10]
VALENT INE
