The Same. A Room in ANTONIO'S House. |
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| Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. |
| Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that |
| Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? |
| Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. |
| Ant. Why, what of him? |
| Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship |
| Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, |
| While other men, of slender reputation, |
| Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: |
| Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; |
| Some to discover islands far away; |
| Some to the studious universities. |
| For any or for all these exercises |
| He said that Proteus your son was meet, |
| And did request me to importune you |
| To let him spend his time no more at home, |
| Which would be great impeachment to his age, |
| In having known no travel in his youth. |
| 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, |
| And how he cannot be a perfect man, |
| Not being tried and tutor'd in the world: |
| Experience is by industry achiev'd |
| And perfected by the swift course of time. |
| Then tell me, whither were I best to send 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. |
| Pant. '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 advis'd: |
| And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it |
| The execution of it shall make known. |
| Even with the speediest expedition |
| I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. |
| Pant. 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. |
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| 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 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 belov'd |
| And daily graced by the emperor; |
| Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. |
| 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 with his wish. |
| Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; |
| For what I will, I will, and there an end. |
| I am resolv'd that thou shalt spend some time |
| With Valentinus in the emperor's court: |
| What maintenance he from his friends receives, |
| Like exhibition 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 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, |
| Lest he should take exceptions to my love; |
| And with the vantage of mine own excuse |
| Hath he expected 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! |
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| Re-enter PANTHINO. |
| Pant. 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. |
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