Enter Duke and Thurio.
Duke. Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you,
Now Valentine is banish’d from her sight.
Thu. Since his exile she hath despised me most.
Forsworn my company, and rail’d at me,
5 That I am desperate of obtaining her.
Duke. This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenched in ice, which with an hour’s heat
Dissolves to water, and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,