III. 1.
200 Pro. [Who] wouldst thou strike?
Launce. Nothing.
Pro. Villain, forbear.
Launce. Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing: I pray you,—
Pro. [Sirrah], I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.
205 Val. My ears are stopt, and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possess’d them.
Pro. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
Val. Is Silvia dead?