I'll kiss each several paper for amends. I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Till I have found each letter in the letter, Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telltales 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A Room in Antonio's House. 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 son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pan. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: 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. Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time: Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither : 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 advised: And, that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, teus 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 honour'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 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 beloved, Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: 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 ANTONIO and PANTHINO. 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, The uncertain glory of an April day; 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. SCENE I.-Milan. A Room in the Duke's Palace. Enter VALENTINE and Speed. Speed. IR, 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! Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! |