Enter DUKE and THURIO
Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you,
Now Valentine is banished from her sight.
Since his exile she hath despised me most,
Forsworn my company and railed at me,
5That I am desperate of obtaining her.
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.
How now, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
According to our proclamation, gone?
Gone, my good lord.
My daughter takes his going grievously.
15A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
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.
20Longer than I prove loyal to Your Grace
Let me not live to look upon Your Grace.