Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch fweet honey, As in revenge of thy ingratitude, unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down: Except mine own name: that fome whirl-wind bear Luc. Madam, Enter Lucetta. Dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lye like tell-tales here ? Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold. Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them, minion! Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? VOL. I. U [Exeunt. SCENE Ant. T' SCENE IV. Enter Anthonio and Panthion. ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was that Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?" Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home, Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet; To let him spend his time no more at home; In having known no travel in his youth. Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that I have confider'd well his lofs of time; And perfected by the swift course of time; Then, tell me, whither were I beft to fend 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 lordship sent him thither; There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd; And that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, The execution of it fhall 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 Alphonfo, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to falute the emperor, And to commend their fervice to his will. Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go. And, in good time, now will we break with him. Enter Protheus. Pro. Sweet love! fweet lines! fweet 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 fee what news. And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. U 2 For For what I will, I will; and there's an end. Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'ft fhall be fent after thee: No more of stay; 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 sea, where I am drown'd: I fear'd to fhow my father Julia's letter, 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. [Exeunt. ACT ** ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE changes to Milan. Enter Valentine and Speed. IR, your glove. SPEED. 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 ! Ah Silvia, Silvia! Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia Speed. She is not within hearing, fir. Val. Why, fir, who bad you call her? Speed. Your worship, fir, or else I mistook. Val. Well, you'll ftill be too forward. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too flow. Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by thefe fpecial marks: first, you have learn’d, like fir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-fong like a robin-red-breaft; to walk alone like one that had the peftilence; to figh like a school-boy that had lost his ABC; to weep like a young wench that had loft her grandam ; to faft like one that takes diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at hollowmass. 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 |