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JUL. Come, come, will't please you go?
Enter Anthonio and Panthion.
ANT. Tell me, Panthion, what fad talk was that,
In having known no travel in his youth.
ANT. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that,
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his lofs of time;
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
ANT. I know it well.
FANT. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thither;
There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;
ANT. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd:
Ev'n with the speedieft expedition
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
PANT. To-morrow, may it pleafe you, Don Alphonfo,
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. now will we break with him.
And, in good time,
PRO. Sweet love, fweet lines, fweet life!
ANT. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Of commendation fent from Valentine;
ANT. Lend me the letter; let me fee what news.
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
ANT. And how stand you affected to his wifh? PRO. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.
ANT. My will is something forted with his with:
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
PRO. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided
ANT. Look, what thou want'ft, fhall be fent after thee:
No more of stay, to-morrow thou must go.
[Exe, Ant. and Pant.
Th' uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
PANT. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you; He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go.
PRO. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto : And yet a thousand times it answers, no.
Changes to Milan.
An apartment in the Duke's palace.
SIR, your glove
VAL. Not mine; my gloves are on.
SPEED. Why then this may be yours, for this is but one.
Sweet ornament, that decks a thing divine !
SPEED. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
SPEED. She is not within hearing, Sir.
VAL. Why, Sir, who bad you call her?
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 male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robin-red-breast; 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 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 walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, 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.
SPEED. Without you? nay, that's certain: for without you were fo fimple, none elfe 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 phyfician to comment on your malady.
VAL. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? SPEED. She, that you gaze on fo as the fits at fupper? VAL. Haft thou observ'd that? even the 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