Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation! [Tears the letter. Go get you gone, and let the papers lie: 100 Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! And kill the bees that yield it with your stings! Unkind Julia ! 110 I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd; But twice or thrice was 'Proteus" written down. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear He couples it to his complaining names. Thus will I fold them one upon another: Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. 120 Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink. 130 140 [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. ANTONIO'S house. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. "Twes of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pan. He said that Proteus your son was meet, To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that I have consider'd well his loss of time And how he cannot be a perfect man, Then tell me, whither were I best to send him? And perfected by the swift course of time. Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant 10 20 How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court. Ant. I know it well. Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither, There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it Even with the speediest expedition I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem 30 Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso 40 Are journeying to salute the emperor And to commend their service to his will. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time! now will we break with him. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes How happily he lives, how well beloved And daily graced by the emperor ; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? And not depending on his friendly wish. Ant. 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. 50 60 I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: 70 Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go. Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning, [Exeunt Ant. and Pan. 80 And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse The uncertain glory of an April day, Re-enter PANTHINO. Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: ACT II. SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. 90 [Exeunt. Not mine; my gloves are on. Speed. Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one. Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine : Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Ah, Silvia, Silvia ! Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia ! Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her? Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. 10 Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Val. Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin-red breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A B C; 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. Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Val. Without me? they cannot. Speed. Without you? 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. Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper? Val. Hast thou observed that? even she, 1 mean. Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. 50 Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not? Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? Speed. That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured. Val. I mean that her beauty is exquiste, but her favour infinite. 60 Speed. That's because the one is painted and the other out of all count. Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. Speed. Ever since you loved her. 70 Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Speed. 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! Val. What should I see then? 80 Speed. 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. Val. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Speed. 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. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. 90 Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would cease. Val Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you? Val. I have. |