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With Valentinus in the emperor's court;
Pro. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided ;
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee : No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant, and Pant.
Pro. Thus have I funn'd the fire, for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd : I fear'd to Thew 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. 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 and by a cloud takes all away!
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go.
Pro. Wly, this it is! my heart accords thereto ; And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt,
Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter VALENTINE and SPEED,
Speed. Sir, your glove.
Val. Ha! let me fee : ay, give it me, it's mine :-
Speed. Madam Silvia! madam Silvia!
call her ?
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learn'd, like fir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that nad 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 fasted, it
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, doit thou know my lady Silvia ?
Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?
Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, sir?
Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
Speed. I hat's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count.
Val. How painted? and how out of count?
Speed. Marry, fir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty,
Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
Val. How long hath she been deformed ?
Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I fee her beautiful.
Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.
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 fir Proteus for going ungartered!
Val. What should I see then?
Speed. Your own present folly, and her paffing 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.
Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Speed. True, fir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swinged me for my love, which makes ine the bolder to chide you for yours.
Val. In conclufion, I stand affected to her.
Speed. I would you were fet; so, your affection would cease.
Val. Last night she enjoin'd me to write some lines to one she loves.
Speed. And have you ?
Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :
Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet! now will he interpret to her.
Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
[ Afide. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He should give her interelt; and she gives it him.
Val. As you enjoind me, I have writ your letter,
Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
Sil. Perchance you think too inuch of so much pains?
Val. No, niadam ; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as much :
I thank you;
sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel ;
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. [Aside.
Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ :
Val. Madam, they are for you.
Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request;
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
Sil. And, when it's writ, for my fake read it over :