Enter Silvia.
See where she comes. Lady, a happy evening!
SILVIA.
Amen, amen. Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey wall.
I fear I am attended by some spies.
EGLAMOUR.
Fear not. The forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we are sure enough.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The same. A room in the Duke’s palace
Enter Thurio, Proteus and Julia.
THURIO.
Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
PROTEUS.
O, sir, I find her milder than she was,
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
THURIO.
What? That my leg is too long?