Page 1937 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1937
LAUNCE
Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing. I pray you -
PROT EUS
Sirrah, I say forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.
VALENT INE
My ears are stopped and cannot hear good news, [205]
So much of bad already hath possessed them.
PROT EUS
Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
VALENT INE
Is Silvia dead?
PROT EUS
No, Valentine. [210]
VALENT INE
No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.
Hath she forsworn me?
PROT EUS
No, Valentine.
VALENT INE
No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.
What is your news? [215]
LAUNCE
Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.
PROT EUS
That thou art banishèd - O, that’s the news! -
From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.
VALENT INE
