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Jul. Well, let us go.
up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I see, you have a inonth's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;
A Room in ANTONIO's House.
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
He wonder'd, that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world : Experience is by industry atchiev'd, And perfected by the swift course of time: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advisd:
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,—now will we break with him.
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Deliver'd 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 belov'd, And daily grac'd 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, And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wislı:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
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 employ'd 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 Hath he excepted most against my love. 0, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine :-
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you bave learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a robinred-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 laugh’d, 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. 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 observ'd that? even she I mean. Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'st 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 exquisite, but ber favour infinite.