Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: [Tears the letter. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! And here is writ-kind Julia;-unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,- He couples it to his complaining names. Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Re-enter LUCETTA. [Exit. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Luc. What! shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Yet here they shall not lie for catching cold. 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. F [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A Room in 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. 'Twas 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, Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that 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, 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 may'st perceive how well I like it, Even with the speediest execution I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor, Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. 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: To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; 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. [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; The uncertain glory of an April day; Re-enter PANTHINO. Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers no. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-MILAN. An Apartment in the DUKE's Palace. Enter VALENTINE and SPEED. Speed. [picking up a glove.] Sir, your glove. Val. 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. [calling.] 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. 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 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 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 you. 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? Speed. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not? Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir? Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. Speed. That she is not so fair as (of you) well favoured. 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. Speed. Ever since you loved her. 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. Val. Why? 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. |