Look, here is writ "kind Julia;”. As in revenge of thy ingratitude," -Unkind Julia? I throw thy name against the bruising stones; 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, And throw it thence into the raging fea! 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 Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: ANT. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that, I have confider'd well his lofs of time; "And how he cannot be a perfect man, How his companion, youthful Valentine, FANT. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thither; There fhall he practife tilts and tournaments, Hear fweet difcourfe, converfe with noblemen; Worthy his youth and noblenefs of birth. ANT. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd: 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! ANT. HOW now? what letter are you reading there? 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; Withing me with him, partner of his fortune. ANT. My will is something forted with his with: For what I will, I will; and there's an end. 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; Th' uncertain glory of an April day; Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun, 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? |