I know you have determined to bestow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;
15 And should she thus be stol’n away from you,
It would be much vexation to your age.
Thus, for my duty’s sake, I rather chose
To cross my friend in his intended drift
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
20 A pack of sorrows, which would press you down,
[Being unprevented], to your timeless grave.
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;