DUKE.
Upon mine honour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
PROTEUS.
Adieu, my lord, Sir Valentine is coming.
[Exit.]
Enter Valentine.
DUKE.
Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
VALENTINE.
Please it your Grace, there is a messenger
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.
DUKE.
Be they of much import?
VALENTINE.
The tenor of them doth but signify
My health and happy being at your court.
DUKE.
Nay then, no matter. Stay with me awhile;
I am to break with thee of some affairs
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
’Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought
To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter.
VALENTINE.
I know it well, my lord, and sure the match
Were rich and honourable. Besides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter.
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?