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When willingly I would have had her here !
Luc. I would it were:
Jul. What is't you took up
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note: your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it. out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not ?
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drowned with your unruly base.
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:
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so angered with another letter.
[Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were as angered with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ — kind Julia ; - unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Look, here is writ- love-wounded Proteus ; — Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly healed; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down: Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Till I have found each letter in the letter, Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Unto a rugged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,Poor, forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To the sweet Julia ; – that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names : Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Jul. Well, let us go
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see, I see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go?
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Tell me, Piher held y Proteus, so
SCENE III. The same. A Room in Antonio's House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
He wondered, that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
Ant. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advised;
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
Ant. Only Juliadiness with "pplaud ox's pawn:
Muse not I will, ... " thou sh
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine, Delivered by a friend that came from him.
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 ?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will,
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish;
Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ;
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 employed To hasten on his expedition.
[Exeunt Ant. and Pant. Pro. 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. 0, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day ;
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;
SCENE I. Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
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.
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