Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. I see you have a monëth's mind to them. Scene III. [Exeunt. 140 Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that Pan. He wonder'd that your lordship Some to the studious universities. He said that Proteus your son was meet; I have consider'd well his loss of time, 20 Not being tried and tutor❜d in the world: And perfected by the swift course of time. 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: Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised: I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, Are journeying to salute the emperor, Enter Proteus. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; 30 40 50 Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And not depending on his friendly wish. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided: Ant. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: 60 70 To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pan. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning, 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 80 Hath he excepted most against my love. The uncertain glory of an April day, Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: ACT SECOND. Scene I. Milan. The Duke's palace. Enter Valentine and Speed. 90 [Exeunt. Speed. Sir, your glove. Not mine; my gloves are on. Val. Speed. Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one. Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia ! Val. How now, sirrah? 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. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. ΙΟ Val. Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia ? Speed. She that your worship loves? 20 Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; 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 30 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, with- Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? |