Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation!— [Tears the Letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. [pleas'd Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your 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 for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. I see, you have a month's mind 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? SCENE 111. [Exeunt. The same. A Room in ANTONIO'S House. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Pan. He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; How his companion, youthful Valentine, [thither: Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; And be in eye of every exercise, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known;, Even with the speediest execution I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Pan. 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. 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! 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 news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov❜d, And daily grac'd by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; 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. Re-enter PANTHINO. 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. B MILAN. An Apartment 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 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. Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Silvia? |