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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.

ANTONIO. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis’d; And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known: Even with the speediest expedition

I will dispatch him to the Emperor’s court.

PANTHINO. Tomorrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso With other gentlemen of good esteem

Are journeying to salute the Emperor, And to commend their service to his will.

ANTONIO. Good company; with them shall Proteus go.

 

Enter PROTEUS

 

And-in good time!- now will we break with him.

PROTEUS. 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.

O that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents!

O heavenly Julia!

ANTONIO. How now! What letter are you reading there?

PROTEUS. May’t please your lordship, ‘tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine, Deliver’d by a friend that came from him.

ANTONIO. Lend me the letter; let me see what news.

PROTEUS. 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.

ANTONIO. And how stand you affected to his wish?

PROTEUS. As one relying on your lordship’s will, And not depending on his friendly wish.

ANTONIO. My will is something sorted with his wish.

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolv’d that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the Emperor’s court; What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

Tomorrow be in readiness to go—

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

PROTEUS. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two.

ANTONIO. Look what thou want’st shall be sent after thee.

No more of stay; tomorrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ’d To hasten on his expedition.

Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO

PROTEUS. 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; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day,

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by an by a cloud takes all away!

 

Re-enter PANTHINO

 

PANTHINO. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.

PROTEUS. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers ‘No.’ Exeunt

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ACT II. SCENE I.

Milan. The DUKE’S palace

 

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED

 

SPEED. Sir, your glove.

VALENTINE. Not mine: my gloves are on.

SPEED. Why, then, this may be yours; for this is but one.

VALENTINE. 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!

VALENTINE. How now, sirrah?

SPEED. She is not within hearing, sir.

VALENTINE. Why, sir, who bade you call her?

SPEED. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.

VALENTINE. Well, you’ll still be too forward.

SPEED. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

VALENTINE. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?

SPEED. She that your worship loves?

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

SPEED. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learn’d, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a malcontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy 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 laughed, 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 money.

And now you are metamorphis’d with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

VALENTINE. Are all these things perceiv’d in me?

SPEED. They are all perceiv’d without ye.

VALENTINE. 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 sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.

VALENTINE. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?

SPEED. She that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?

VALENTINE. Hast thou observ’d that? Even she, I mean.

SPEED. Why, sir, I know her not.

VALENTINE. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know’st her not?

SPEED. Is she not hard-favour’d, sir?

VALENTINE. Not so fair, boy, as well-favour’d.

SPEED. Sir, I know that well enough.

VALENTINE. What dost thou know?

SPEED. That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favour’d.

VALENTINE. 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.

VALENTINE. How painted? and how out of count?

SPEED. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

VALENTINE. How esteem’st thou me? I account of her beauty.

SPEED. You never saw her since she was deform’d.

VALENTINE. How long hath she been deform’d?

SPEED. Ever since you lov’d her.

VALENTINE. 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.

VALENTINE. 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 ungarter’d!

VALENTINE. 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.

VALENTINE. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see 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.

VALENTINE. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.

SPEED. I would you were set, so your affection would cease.

VALENTINE. Last night she enjoin’d me to write some lines to one she loves.

SPEED. And have you?

VALENTINE. I have.

SPEED. Are they not lamely writ?

VALENTINE. No, boy, but as well as I can do them.

 

Enter SILVIA

 

Peace! here she comes.

SPEED. [Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!

Now will he interpret to her.

VALENTINE. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.

SPEED. [Aside] O, give ye good ev’n!

Here’s a million of manners.

SILVIA. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

SPEED. [Aside] He should give her interest, and she gives it him.

VALENTINE. As you enjoin’d me, I have writ your letter Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, But for my duty to your ladyship.

SILVIA. I thank you, gentle servant. ‘Tis very clerkly done.

VALENTINE. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; For, being ignorant to whom it goes,

I writ at random, very doubtfully.

SILVIA. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

VALENTINE. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much; And yet-SILVIA. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; 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. [Aside] And yet you will; and yet another’ yet.’

VALENTINE. What means your ladyship? Do you not like it?

SILVIA. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ; But, since unwillingly, take them again.

Nay, take them. [Gives hack the letter]

VALENTINE. Madam, they are for you.

SILVIA. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request; But I will none of them; they are for you: I would have had them writ more movingly.

VALENTINE. Please you, I’ll write your ladyship another.

SILVIA. And when it’s writ, for my sake read it over; And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

VALENTINE. If it please me, madam, what then?

SILVIA. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour.

And so good morrow, servant. Exit SILVIA SPEED. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man’s face, or a weathercock on a steeple!

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

O excellent device! Was there ever heard a better, That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter?

VALENTINE. How now, sir! What are you reasoning with yourself?

SPEED. Nay, I was rhyming: ‘tis you that have the reason.

VALENTINE. To do what?

SPEED. To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia?

VALENTINE. To whom?

SPEED. To yourself; why, she woos you by a figure.

VALENTINE. What figure?

SPEED. By a letter, I should say.

VALENTINE. Why, she hath not writ to me.

SPEED. What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself?

Why, do you not perceive the jest?

VALENTINE. No, believe me.

SPEED. No believing you indeed, sir. But did you perceive her earnest?

VALENTINE. She gave me none except an angry word.

SPEED. Why, she hath given you a letter.

VALENTINE. That’s the letter I writ to her friend.

SPEED. And that letter hath she deliver’d, and there an end.

VALENTINE. I would it were no worse.

SPEED. I’ll warrant you ‘tis as well.

‘For often have you writ to her; and she, in modesty, Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply; Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover, Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.’

All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse you, sir? ‘Tis dinner time.

VALENTINE. I have din’d.

SPEED. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish’d by my victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress! Be moved, be moved.

Exeunt

SCENE II.

Verona. JULIA’S house

 

Enter PROTEUS and JULIA

 

PROTEUS. Have patience, gentle Julia.

JULIA. I must, where is no remedy.

PROTEUS. When possibly I can, I will return.

JULIA. If you turn not, you will return the sooner.

Keep this remembrance for thy Julia’s sake.

[Giving a ring]

PROTEUS. Why, then, we’ll make exchange. Here, take you this.

JULIA. And seal the bargain with

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