• Enter DUKE and THURIO

    DUKE

    Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you,
    Now Valentine is banished from her sight.

    THURIO

    Since his exile she hath despised me most,
    Forsworn my company and railed at me,
    5That I am desperate of obtaining her.

    DUKE

    This weak impress of love is as a figure
    Trenchèd in ice, which with an hour’s heat
    Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
    A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
    10And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
    Enter PROTEUS
    How now, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
    According to our proclamation, gone?

    PROTEUS

    Gone, my good lord.

    DUKE

    My daughter takes his going grievously.

    PROTEUS

    15A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

    DUKE

    So I believe, but Thurio thinks not so.
    Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee—
    For thou hast shown some sign of good desert—
    Makes me the better to confer with thee.

    PROTEUS

    20Longer than I prove loyal to Your Grace
    Let me not live to look upon Your Grace.
  • The DUKE and THURIO enter.

    DUKE

    Sir Thurio, don’t worry. She is sure to love you now that Valentine has been banished from her sight.

    THURIO

    Since his exile she has despised me even more, she has refused to be around me, and she has condemned me, so that I have no hope of winning her.

    DUKE

    The weak impression love makes on the heart is like an ice sculpture, which melts into water and loses its form after being exposed to heat for just an hour. A little time will ease her disdain, and worthless Valentine will be forgotten.
    PROTEUS enters.
    How’s it going, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman gone, as our proclamation commands?

    PROTEUS

    He’s gone, my good lord.

    DUKE

    My daughter is upset over his departure.

    PROTEUS

    A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

    DUKE

    That’s what I believe, too, but Thurio doesn’t think so. Proteus, the high esteem I have for you—for you’ve shown me that you deserve it—makes me more inclined to discuss this matter with you.

    PROTEUS

    Let me die if I ever live to see the day I am disloyal to Your Grace.