VALENTINE.
No, boy, but as well as I can do them.
Peace, here she comes.
Enter Silvia.
SPEED.
[Aside.] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!
Now will he interpret to her.
VALENTINE.
Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
SPEED.
[Aside.] O, give ye good e’en! Here’s a million of manners.
SILVIA.
Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
SPEED.
[Aside.] He should give her interest, and she gives it him.
VALENTINE.
As you enjoined me, I have writ your letter
Unto the secret nameless friend of yours,
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in
But for my duty to your ladyship.
[Gives her a letter.]
SILVIA.
I thank you, gentle servant, ’tis very clerkly done.