Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd

1.18.

Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

Jul. His little speaking shows his love but Sinall.

4. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all.

Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.

Lic. O, they love least, that let men know their love.

. I would, I knew his mina. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. ul. To Julia,-Say, from whom! Luc. That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus:

[way, He would have given it you, but I, being in the Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,

I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!* Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd, Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

Jul. Will you be gone?

Luc. That you may ruminate.

[Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter.

It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her,
What fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view?
Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that [4y.
Which they would have the profferer construe,
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angrily I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past:-
What ho! Lucetta!

Luc. Nothing.

Jul. Why did'st thou stoop then?

Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Luc. Nothing concerning me.

Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it conUnless it have a false interpreter.

[cerns, Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: 'Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possiBest sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Luc. It is too heavy for 30 light a tune.

[ble:

Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.

Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.

Ju. And why not you?
Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion ?

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing: it out:

And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:*
There wanteth but a meant to fill your song.
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly
base.

Luc. Indeed, I bid the baset for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble Here is a coils with protestation!- [me.

[Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd [Exit.

To be so anger'd with another letter. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!

O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your
stings!

I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
And here is writ-kind Julia;-unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain, Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :— Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd;

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus 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 some 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 Proteus, passionate Proteus,

To the sweet Julia;-that I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith|| so prettily

Thus will I fold them one upon another;
He couples it to his complaining names :
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. Twas of his nephew Proteus, your Ant. Why, what of him? [son,

Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home:
While other men, of slender reputation,t
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover islands far away;
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet;
And did request me, to impórtune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment; to his
In having known no travel in his youth. [age,
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me
to that

Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achiev❜d.
And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

Pan. Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noble-
And be in eye of every exercise, [men;
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou ad-
vis'd:
[it,

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like
The execution of it shall make known;
Even with the speediest execution

I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, 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. Art. Good company; with them shall Pro[him.§ teus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with

Enter PROTEUS.

Pro. 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: 9, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?

Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two

Of commendation sent from Valentine,
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes

How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And daily graced by the emperor;

Ant. And how stand 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 something sorted with his Muse* not that I thus suddenly proceed; wish: 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 exhibitiont thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I'm peremptory.

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

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 PAN. Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of burning; [drown'd: And drench'd me in the sea, where I am 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 and by a cloud takes all away!

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but one.

Val. Ha! let me see: 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 bade you call her ?
Speed. Your worship, Sir; or else I mistook,
Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being
too slow.

Val. Go to, Sir; tell ine, do you know ma dam Silvia?

Speed. She that your worship loves?

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love

song, like a robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A. B, C; to weep, like a young wench that hath 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 walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Speed. They are all perceived without you. Val. 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.

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

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

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I

mean.

Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on

her, and yet know'st her not?

Speed. Is she not hard favoured, Sir?
Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well favoured.

Val. 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.

Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, Sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.

Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed.

Val. How long hath she been deformed?
Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. Why?

Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for going ungartered!

Val. 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.

Val. 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 swinged; me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection would cease.

Under a regimen 7 Allhallwmas.

Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves. Speed. And have you? Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :Peace, here she comes.

Enter SILVIA.

Speed. O excellent motion!* O exceeding Puppet! now will he interpret to her. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good.

morrows.

Speed. O, 'give you good even! Here's & million of manners. [Aside. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.

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

Sil. I thank you, gentle servant: 'tis very clerklyf done,

For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly
I writ at random, very doubtfully.

[off; Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, Please you command, a thousand times as And yet,[much: Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not;

Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you; Speed. And yet you will; and yet another

yet.

[Aside.

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not like it?

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

Val. Madam, they are for you.

Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, Sir, at my re

Whipped.

Fal. Ay, boy, it's for love.
Speed. Not of you.

Val. Of my mistress then.

Speed. Twere good, you knocked him. Sil. Servant, you are sad.*

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so.

Thu. Seem you that you are not?
Val. Haply,t I do.

Thu. So do counterfeits.

Val. So do you.

Thu. What seem I, that I am not?
Val. Wise.

Thu. What instance of the contrary?
Val. Your folly.

Thu. And how quote‡ you my folly?
Val. I quote it in your jerkin.
Thu. My jerkin is a doublet.

Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly.
Thu. How?

Sil. What, angry, Sir Thurio? do you change colour?

Val. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of cameleon.

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, than live in your air.

Val. You have said, Sir.

Thu. Ay, Sir, and done too, for this time. Val. I know it well, Sir; you always end ere you begin.

Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.

Val. "Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. Sil. Who is that, servant?

Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your company.

Thu. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. I know it well, Sir: you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, that they live by your bare words.

Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my father.

Enter DUKE.

Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.

Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:
What say you to a letter from your friends
Of much good news?

Val. My lord, I will be thankful
To any happy messenger from thence.
Duke. Know

tryman ou Don Antonio, your coun

Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation, And not without desert so well reputed. Duke. Hath he not a son?

Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that we i deserves

The honour and regard of such a father.
Duke. You know him well?

a. I knew him as myself; for from our
infancy

[gether: We have convers'd, and spent our hours toAnd though myself have been an idle truant, Omitting the sweet benefit of time, To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection; Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name, Made use and fair advantage of his days; His years but young, but his experience old; His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe; And, in a word, (for far behind his worth

t Observe.

Come all the praises that I now bestow,)
He is complete in feature, and in mind,"
With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Duke. Beshrew* me, Sir, but, if he make
this good,

He is as worthy for an empress' love,
As meet to be an emperor's counsellor,
Well, Sir; this gentleman is come to me,
With commendation from great potentates;
And here he means to spend his time a while:
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had
been he.

Duke. Welcome him then according to his worth;

Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio:-
For Valentine, I need not 'citet him to it:
I'll send him hither to you presently.

[Exit DUKK Val. This is the gentleman, I told your lady

ship,

Had come along with me, but that his mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks. Sil. Belike, that now she hath enfranchis'd Upon some other pawn for fealty.

[them

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them prisoners still.

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind,

How could he see his way to seek out you? Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of