VALENTINE.
To do what?
SPEED.
To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia.
VALENTINE.
To whom?
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 perceive her earnest?