And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then tell me whither were I best to send him?
Pant. I think your Lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the Emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your Lordfhip fent him thither;

There fhall he practife tilts and tournaments,
Hear fweet difcourse, converse with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,

Worthy his youth and noblenefs of birth.

Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd:
And that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
The execution of it fhall make known;
Ev'n with the fpcediest expedition

I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonfo, With other gentlemen of good efteem,

Are journeying to falute the Emperor,

And to commend their fervice to his will.

Ant. Good company with them fhall Protheus go.. And, in good time, now we will break with him.

Enter Protheus.

Pro. Sweet love, fweet 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 happinefs with their confents!
Oh heav'nly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your Lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation fent from Valentine;

Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me fee 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;
Withing nie with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how stand you affected to his with?
Pra. As one relying on your Lordship's will,

And

And not depending on his friendly with.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wish :
Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd that thou fhalt spend some time
With Valentine in the Emp'ror's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou fhalt have from me :
To-morrow be in readinefs to go.

Excufe it not, for I am peremptory.

Pro. My Lord, I cannot be fo foon provided;

Pleafe to deliberate a day or two.

Ant. Look, what thou want'ft, fhall be fent after

thee:

No more of ftay; to-morrow thou must go.
Come on, Panthion; you fhall be employ'd

To haften on his expedition.

[Exe. Ant. and Pant.

- Pro. Thus have I fhunn'd the fire, for fear of burning; And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd:

I fear'd to fhew my father Julia's letter,
Left he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excufe,
Hath he excepted most against my love.
Oh, how this fpring of love refembleth
Th' uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by, a cloud takes all away!
Enter Panthion.

Pant. Sir Protheus, 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.

ACT II. SCENE

Changes to Milan.

An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter Valentine and Speed.

[Exeunt.

I.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

Speed.

Speed. Why then this may be your's, 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!

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

Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.
Val. Why, Sir, who bade you call her?
Speed. Your Worfhip, Sir, or elfe I mistook.
Val. Well, you'll ftill be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too flow.
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 learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent; to relish a love-fong, like a Robinred-breaft; to walk alone, like one that had the peltilence; to figh, like a fchool-boy that had loft 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 Hallowmafs. 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 fafted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked fadly, it was for want of money; and now you are metamorphos'd with a miftrefs, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my mafter.

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 fo fimple, none else would: but you are fo without these follies, that these follies are within you, and fhine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that fees you, but is a phyfician to comment on your malady.

Val. But tell me, doft thou know my Lady Silvia ?
Speed. She that you gaze on fo as fhe fits at fupper?

Kab Haft thou obferv'd that? ev'n fhe I mean.
Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft 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 the is not so 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 Marry, Sir, fo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How efteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never faw her fince fhe was deform'd.'' Val. How long hath fhe been deform'd?

Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd her ever since I saw her, :
And ftill I fee her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot fee her.
Val. Why?

Speed. Becaufe love is blind

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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 fhould I fee then?

Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity: for he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hofe; 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 fhoes.

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

Val. In conclufion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would ceale.

Val. Laft night the injoined me to write fome lines

to one the 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 fhe comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. Oh excellent motion! Oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and Miftrefs, a thoufand good morrows. Speed. Oh! give ye good ev'n; here's a million of

manners.

Sil, Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He fhould give her intereft; and the gives it

him.

Val As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the fecret, nameless, friend of your's; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your Ladythip.

Sil. I thank you, gentle fervant; 'tis very clerkly

Val. Now truft me, Madam, it came hardly off: For being ignorant to whom it goes,

I writ at random, very doubtfully.

Sil. Perchance you think too much of fo much pains? Val. No, Madam, fo it fteed you, I will write, Please you command a thoufand times as much. And yet

Sil. A pretty period; well, I guess the fequel; And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not; And yet take this again, and yet I thank you; Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. [Afide. Val. What means your Ladyfhip? do you not like it? Sil. Yes, yes the lines are very quaintly writ; But fince unwillingly, take them again;

Nay, take them.

Val Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my request;
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