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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 bofom, as a bed,

Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be thoroughly 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 fea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
66 Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus."
"To the fweet 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.

Enter Lucetta.

Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father ftays. JUL. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here? JUL. If thou respect 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. LUL. Ay, madam, you may say what fights you fee: I fee things too, although you judge I wiok.,

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

SCENE IV.

Anthonio's house.

Enter Anthonio and Panthion.

[Exeunt.

ANT. Tell 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 universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Protheus your fon was meet:
And did requeft 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, and 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 best to send him?
PANT. I think your lordship is not igcorant,

How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
ANT. I know it well.

FANT. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thither;

There fhall he practife tilts and tournaments,

Hear fweet difcourfe, converfe with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercise,

Worthy his youth and noblenefs 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 service to his will,

ANT. Good company: with them fhall 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.
Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To feal our happiness with their confents!
Oh 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;

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Withing 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:
Mufe not that I,thus fuddenly, proceed;

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

Excufe 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 shall be employ'd

To haften on his expedition.

[Exe. Ant. and Pant.

PRO. Thus have I fhun'd the fire, for fear of burning;

And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd:

I fear'd to fhew 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.
Oh, how this fpring of love resembleth

Th' uncertain glory of an April day;

Which now fhews 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 hafte, therefore, I pray you, go.

PRO. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto : And yet a thousand times it answers, no.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Changes to Milan.

An apartment in the Duke's palace.

Enter Valentine and Speed.

SIR, your glove

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,

Sirrah?

SPEED. She is not within hearing, Sir.

VAL. Why, Sir, who bad you call her?

SPEED. Your worship, Sir, 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, Sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?

SPEED. She, that your worship loves?

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

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