Milan. The DUKE's palace.
Enter SILVIA, VALENTINE, THURIO, and SPEED
SILVIA
Servant!
VALENTINE
A HREF="/Shakespeare/Gloss/gloss.M.html#MISTRESS">Mistress?
SPEED
Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
VALENTINE
Ay, boy, it's for love.
SPEED
Not of you.
VALENTINE
Of my mistress, then.
SPEED
'Twere good you knocked him.
Exit
SILVIA
Servant, you are sad.
VALENTINE
Indeed, madam, I seem so.
THURIO
Seem you that you are not?
VALENTINE
Haply I do.
THURIO
So do counterfeits.
VALENTINE
So do you.