Attends the Emperor in his royal court. (6)
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. '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 advis'd:
And that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
The execution of it shall make known;
Ev'n with the speediest expedition

I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court.

Pant. To morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,

With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to falute the Emperor;
And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go..

And, in good time, now will we break with him.

Pro. Sweet love, sweet lines, sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves, To feal our happiness with their consents !

Oh heav'nly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two

(6) Attends the Emperor in his Royal Court.] The Emperor's Royal Court is properly at Vienna, but Valentine, 'tis plain, is at Milan; where, in most other Passages, 'tis said he is attending the Duke, who makes one of the Characters in the Drama. This seems to convict the Author of a Forgetfulness and Contradition; but, perhaps, it may be solved thus, and Milan be call'd the Emperor's Court; as, since the Reign of Charlemaigne, this Dukedom and its Territories have belong'd to the Emperors. I wish, I could as easily solve another Absurdity, which encounters us; of Valentine's going from Verona to Milan, both Inland Places, by Sea,

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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 graced by the Emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his with
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is something forted with his wish:
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentino in the Emp'ror's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me:
To morrow be in readiness to go.
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;

Please to deliberate a day or two.

Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be fent after thee: No more of stay; to morrow thou must go. Come on, Panthion; you shall be employ'd To haften on his expedition. [Exe. Ant. and Pant. Pro. Thus have I shun'd the fire, for fear of burning And drench'd me in the Sea, where I am drown'd: I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter, Left he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse, Hath he excepted most against my love. Oh, how this spring of love resembleth (7) Th' uncertain glory of an April day; Which now shews all the beauty of the fun, And by and by, a cloud takes all away!

Enter

(7) Oh, how this Spring of Love resembleth well] This Mono-

fyllable was foisted in by Mr. Pope, to support, as he thought, the Verfification in the Close. But it was done for want of obferving Shakespeare's Licences in his Measures: which 'tis propes,

Enter Panthion.

Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you

He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go
Pro Wh

...y, this it is! my heart accords thereto:

And yet a thousand times it answers, no.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Milan.

An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Valentine and Speed.

SPEED.

IR, 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 fee: ay, give it me, it's mine:

Sweet ornament, that decks a thing divine!

Ah Silvia! Silvia!

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Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
Val. How now, Sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.
Val. Why, Sir, who bad you call her ?
Speed. Your worship, Sir, or elfe I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too flow.
Val. Goto, Sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
Speed. She, that your worship loves?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love?

proper, once for all, to take notice of. Resembleth, he defign'd here should in Pronunciation make four Syllables; as Witneffe, afterwards in this Play, and as Fidler, (in the Taming a Shrew) and Angry, (twice in Timon of Athens) are made TriSyllables; and as Fire and Hour are almost for ever protracted. by him to two Syllables.

Speed

Speed. Marry, by these special marks; first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robin-redbreaß; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B. C: to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmass. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd sadly, it was for want of mony: and now you are metamorphos'd with a miftress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

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 fees 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? ev'n 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 the not hard-favour'd, Sir?

Val. Not fo fair, boy, as well-favour'd.

Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What doft thou know?

Speed. That she is not fo fair, as of you well favour'd. Val. I mean that her beauty is exquifite,

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.

Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her fince she was deform'd.
Val. How long hath the been deform'd ?

Speed. Ever since you lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd 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 Protheus for going ungarter'd!

Val. What should I fee 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 fee to put on your hofe.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love: for last morning you could not fee to wipe my shoes.

Speed. True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you swing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. I would you were fet, so your affection would ceafe.

Val. Last night she injoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves.

Speed. And have you?

Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ ?

Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :

Peace, here she comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. Oh excellent motion! Oh exceeding puppet!

Now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.

Speed.