Val. Why?
Speed. Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to 65 have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing deformity:[for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose].
70 Val. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
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75 Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were [set], so your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
80 Speed. And have you?