摘要
SPEED To yourself. Why, she woos you by a figure.VALENTINE What figure?SPEED By a letter, I should say.VALENTINE Why, she hath not writ to me.SPEED What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?VALENTINE No, believe me.SPEED No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you per- ceive her earnest?VALENTINE She gave me none, except an angry word.SPEED Why, she hath given you a letter.VALENTINE That's the letter I writ to her friend.SPEED And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.VALENTINE I would it were no worse.SPEED warrant you. For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover. All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse you, sirTis dinnertime.VALENTINE I have dined.SPEED Ay, but hearken, sir: though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.
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