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[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]
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