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Marsha Lopez, well trained in guns crossed the Arizona desert on horseback, to be the Sheriff at Hell's Gate, an area close to Young & Payson Az. She comes.
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As one relying on your Lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish. My will is something sorted with his wish. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed, For what I will, I will, and there an end. I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the Emperor's court. What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
Tomorrow be in readiness to go. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided. Please you deliberate a day or two. Look what thou want'st shall be sent after thee. No more of stay. Tomorrow thou must go. Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning And drenched me in the sea, where I am drowned. I feared to show my father Julia's letter Lest he should take exceptions to my love, And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you. He is in haste. Therefore, I pray you, go. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto. And yet a thousand times it answers no. Sir, your glove. Not mine. My gloves are on. Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.
Let me see.
Ay, give it me, it's mine. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Ah, Sylvia, Sylvia! Madam Sylvia! How now, sirrah? She is not within hearing, sir. Why, sir, who bade you call her? Your Worship, sir, or else I mistook. Well, you'll still be too forward. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know Madam Sylvia? She that your Worship loves? Why, how know you that I am in love?
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Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malcontent; to relish a love song like a robin redbreast; to walk alone like one that had the pestilence; to sigh like a schoolboy that had lost his ABC; to weep like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmas.
You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions. When you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money. And now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Are all these things perceived in me? They are all perceived without you. Without me?
They cannot. Without you?
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Nay, that's certain, for without you were so simple, none else would. But you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you and shine through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady. But tell me, dost thou know my Lady Sylvia? She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?
Hast thou observed that?
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Even she I mean. Why, sir, I know her not. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her and yet know'st her not? Is she not hard-favored, sir?
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Not so fair, boy, as well-favored. Sir, I know that well enough. What dost thou know? That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favored. I mean that her beauty is exquisite but her favor infinite. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. How painted? And how out of count? Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. How esteem'st thou me?
I account of her beauty. You never saw her since she was deformed. How long hath she been deformed? Ever since you loved her. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful. If you love her, you cannot see her. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes, or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!
What should I see then? Your own present folly and her passing deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to garter his hose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose. Belike, boy, then you are in love, for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. True, sir, I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves. And have you?
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I have. Are they not lamely writ? No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace, here she comes. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. O, give ye good ev'n! Here's a million of manners.
Sir Valentine, and servant, to you two thousand.