Page 1912 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1912
Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. [25]
T HURIO
That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your air.
VALENT INE
You have said, sir.
T HURIO
Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
VALENT INE
I know it well, sir; you always end ere you [30] begin.
SILVIA
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
VALENT INE
’Tis indeed, madam. We thank the giver.
SILVIA
Who is that, servant? [35]
VALENT INE
Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from
your ladyship’s looks, and spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
T HURIO
Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
[40]
VALENT INE
I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other
treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that
they live by your bare words.
[Enter the Duke of Milan]
SILVIA
