PROTEUS.
My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
SILVIA.
And duty never yet did want his meed.
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
PROTEUS.
I’ll die on him that says so but yourself.
SILVIA.
That you are welcome?
PROTEUS.
That you are worthless.
Enter Servant.
SERVANT.
Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
SILVIA.
I wait upon his pleasure.
[Exit Servant.]
Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me.—Once more, new servant, welcome.
I’ll leave you to confer of home affairs;
When you have done, we look to hear from you.