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father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales
here? Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up 1 for laying them
down : Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.?
Jul. I see, you have a month's mind 3 to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you
see ; I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will 't please you go? (Exeunt.
A room in Antonio's house. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held
in the cloister ? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him ?
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home ; While other men, of slender reputation,
į Chidden. 2 Lest they should catch cold.
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out :
Ant. Nor need’st thou much importune me to that
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
him thither :
1 Reproach, imputation.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised :
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : And, in good time,-now will we break with him.
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 honor's pawn. O, 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 commendations sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he
writes How happily he lives, how well beloved,
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 1 with his wish : Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end. I am resolved, that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the emperor's court; What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition 2 thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I am 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; 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 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. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt.
Milan. A room in the Duke's palace.
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
Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !