THURIO.
They say that Love hath not an eye at all.
VALENTINE.
To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself.
Upon a homely object, Love can wink.
SILVIA.
Have done, have done. Here comes the gentleman.
Enter Proteus.
VALENTINE.
Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you
Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
SILVIA.
His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.
VALENTINE.
Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him
To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
SILVIA.
Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
PROTEUS.
Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
VALENTINE.
Leave off discourse of disability.
Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.