Val. I have.
Speed. Are they not lamely writ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace! here she comes.
85 Speed. [Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.
Enter Silvia.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
Speed. [Aside] O, give ye good even! here’s a million of manners.
90 Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
[Speed.] [Aside] He should give her interest, and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin’d me, I have writ your letter