Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
Speed. Because love is blind.
Speed. How now, sir? what are you reasoning?
Val. Nay, I was rhyming: ’tis you that have the reason.
Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover,
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover–
Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals.
Jul. If you turn not you will return the sooner:
Keep this remembrance for your Julia’s sake. (Giving a ring.)
So true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Not for the world; why, man, she is mine
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
What light is light if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
Except I be by Silvia in the night
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day
There is no day for me to look upon.
I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company, and go with me.