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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: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best
pleased To be so anger'd with another letter.
[Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd 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 throughly heal'd; 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 ragged, 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
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down;
SCENE III.-The same. A Room in ANTONIO's House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
He wonder'd that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that
Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant
Ant. I know it well.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised :
Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Are journeying to salute the emperor,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
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
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 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. O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Pro. Why, this it is ! my heart accords thereto;
SCENE I.—MILAN. An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.
Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me; it's mine :-
Speed. [calling.] Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia !
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a malcontent; 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 grandma; 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 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 a 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?
Ďal. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not?
Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir?
Val. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
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.
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?
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.