for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn. Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters! Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you, Now Valentine is banish'd from her sight. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Forsworn my company and rail'd at me, That I am desperate of obtaining her. This weak impress of love is as a figure Trenched 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. How now, Sir Proteus! Is your countryman According to our proclamation gone? Gone, my good lord. My daughter takes his going grievously. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee-- For thou hast shown some sign of good desert-- Makes me the better to confer with thee. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace Let me not live to look upon your grace. Thou know'st how willingly I would effect The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter. I do, my lord. And also, I think, thou art not ignorant How she opposes her against my will She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. Ay, and perversely she persevers so. What might we do to make the girl forget The love of Valentine and love Sir Thurio? The best way is to slander Valentine With falsehood, cowardice and poor descent, Three things that women highly hold in hate. Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. Ay, if his enemy deliver it: Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken By one whom she esteemeth as his friend. Then you must undertake to slander him. And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do: 'Tis an ill office for a gentleman, Especially against his very friend. Where your good word cannot advantage him, Your slander never can endamage him; Therefore the office is indifferent, Being entreated to it by your friend. You have prevail'd, my lord; if I can do it By ought that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him. But say this weed her love from Valentine, It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio. Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, Lest it should ravel