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Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch fweet honey,
And kill the bees that yield it with your ftings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends:
Look, here is writ, kind Julia;

As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

unkind Julia!

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ, love-wounded Protheus.
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I fearch it with a fov'reign kiss.

But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down:
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
'Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Except mine own name: that fome whirl-wind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus,
To the Sweet Julia: that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, fith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will.

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 ?
Jul. If thou refpect them, best to take them up.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:

Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold.

Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them, minion!
Luc. Ay, madam, you may fay what fights you fee:
I fee things too, although you judge I wink.

Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?

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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,
While other men of flender reputation

Put forth their fons to feek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover iflands far away;
Some, to the ftudious univerfities.
For any, or for all these exercises,

He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet;
And did request me to importune you

To let him spend his time no more at home;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,

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;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, nor tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,

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,
And be in eye of every exercise

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!
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 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;

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how ftand you affected to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wish:
Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;

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For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentino in the emp'ror's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou fhalt have from me:
To-morrow be in readiness to go.

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,
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 well
Th' uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows 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.

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ACT II. SCENE I.

SCENE changes to Milan.

Enter Valentine and Speed.

IR, your glove.

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SPEED.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

Speed. Why then this may be yours, 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, 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. Go to, fir; 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 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:

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