SILVIA What’s your will?

PROTEUS       That I may compass yours.

SILVIA You have your wish. My will is even this,

That presently you hie you home to bed.

Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man.

Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,

To be seduced by thy flattery

That hast deceived so many with thy vows?

Return, return, and make thy love amends.           (4.2.83-90)

A rather satisfying moment, it must be said. What do you want? says Silvia, on learning that, yes, it’s Proteus under her window. She can be properly annoyed, and also very, very tired. What’s your will? That I may compass yours, that I can do your bidding, do whatever you want—and there can be a flirty, sexually suggestive sense to it; will can refer to the genitalia of both sexes. (Sigh.) Well then, you have your wish, she says, my will is even this. This is what I want, are you listening? I want you presently to hie you home to bed. Go away and leave me alone, right now. Go to bed. (A nice touch that slightly infantilises Proteus, being told he’s out past his bedtime.) Then she really lets rip: thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man. You absolute scheming, treacherous little shit. You’ve betrayed everyone, and you’re a total fake and charlatan. Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless—do you really think I was born yesterday, so naïve, and so superficial, that I will be seduced by thy flattery, all your protestations, all your empty words, when you have deceived so many with thy vows? Ah. Does she know about what he’s done to Valentine, then? Not definitely. She perhaps suspects what he’s doing to Thurio. But she certainly knows about Julia, his supposed girlfriend, for love of whom he stayed behind in Verona, the girlfriend whom he banged on about to anyone who’d listen. Return, return, and make thy love amends. Get out of Milan! Go back to Verona, and grovel to your girlfriend; try to make it up to her (if she’ll have you back). But most of all, piss off and leave me alone!