VALENTINE.
What should I see then?
SPEED.
Your own present folly and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
VALENTINE.
Belike, boy, then you are in love, for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
SPEED.
True, sir, I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
VALENTINE.
In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
SPEED.
I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
VALENTINE.
Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
SPEED.
And have you?
VALENTINE.
I have.
SPEED.
Are they not lamely writ?