Page 1945 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1945
[Exit]
LAUNCE
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter. An unmannerly slave, that
will thrust himself into secrets! [370] I’ll after, to rejoice in the boy’s
correction.
Exit.
Scene II IT
Enter the Duke, [and] Thurio.
DUKE
Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you
Now Valentine is banished from her sight.
T HURIO
Since his exile she hath despised me most,
Forsworn my company, and railed at me,
That I am desperate of obtaining her. [5]
DUKE
This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenchèd 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. [10]
Enter Proteus.
How now, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?
PROT EUS
Gone, my good lord.
DUKE
My daughter takes his going grievously?
PROT EUS
A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. [15]