Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And perfected by the fwift course of time;
Then tell me, whither were I beft to fend him?
Pant. I think your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Attends the Emperor in his royal court.

Ant. I know it well.

[thither

Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him There shall he practise tilts and turnaments,

Hear fweet difcourfe, converfe with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd; And that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, The execution of it fhall make known;

Ev'n with the speedieft expedition

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 fervice 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!
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 feal our happiness with their confents!
Oh heav'nly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Of commendation fent from Valentine;

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

And daily graced by the Emperor;

Wifhing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how ftand you affected to his wifh?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wish;
Muse not that I thus fuddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd that thou fhalt spend some time
With Valentino in the Emp'ror's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou fhalt have from me:
To-morrow be in readiness to go.

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'st shall be sent after thee:

No more of ftay; to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthion; you fhall be imploy'd

To haften on his expedition.

[Exe. Ant. and Pant.

Pro. Thus have I fhunn'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;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love,
Oh, how this fpring of love refembleth well
Th' uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

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

ACT II. SCENE I
SCENE changes to Milan.

Enter Valentine and Speed.

IR, your glove.

SIR,

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?

Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content, to relish a love-fong like a Robin-red-breaft, to walk alone like one that had the peftilence, to figh like a school-boy that had loft his ABC, to weep like a young wench that had loft her grandam, to faft like one that takes diet, to watch like one that fears robbing, to speak puling like a beggar at Hallowmafs. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a cock; when you

walk'd,

walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of mony: and now you are metamorphos'd with a mistress, that when I look on you I can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: But you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and fhine through you like the water in an urinal; that not an eye that fees you, but is a phyfician to comment on your malady.

Val. But tell me, doft thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She that you gaze on fo as fhe fits at fupper? Val. Haft thou obferv'd that? ev'n fhe I mean. Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?

Speed. Is fhe not hard-favour'd, Sir?

Val. Not fo fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What doft thou know?

Speed. That fhe is not fo fair, as of you well favour'd. Val. I mean that her beauty is exquifite,

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, fo painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never faw her fince fhe was deform'd,
Val. How long hath fhe been deform'd?

Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her. ·

Val. I have lov'd her ever fince I faw her,

And ftill I fee her beautiful,

Speed.

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

Speed. Because love is blind. eyes, or your own eyes had the to have, when you chid at Sir garter'd!

Val. What fhould I fee then ?

O that you had mine lights they were wont Protheus for going un

Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity: For he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hofe; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hofe.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not fee to wipe my fhoes.

Speed. True, Sir, I was in love with my bed; I thank you, you fwing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours..

Val. In conclufion, I stand affected to her.

Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would cease.

Val. Laft night fhe enjoin'd me to write fome 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 fhe comes.

Enter Silvia.

Speed. Oh excellent motion! oh exceeding puppet! Now will he interpret to her.

Val. Madam and miftrefs, a thoufand good-morrows. Speed. Oh! give ye good ev'n; here's a million of

manners.

Sil. Sir Valentine and fervant, to you two thoufand. Speed. He fhould give her intereft; and fhe gives it him.

Val. As you injoin'd me, I have writ your letter, Unto the fecret nameless friend of yours;

Which