Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go: And in good time: now will we breake with him
Pro. Sweet Loue, sweet lines, sweet life, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for loue, her honors paune; O that our Fathers would applaud our loues To seale our happinesse with their consents
Pro. Oh heauenly Iulia
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; Deliuer"d by a friend, that came from him
Ant. Lend me the Letter: Let me see what newes
Pro. There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writes How happily he liues, how well-belou"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 Lordships will, And not depending on his friendly wish
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus sodainly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end: I am resolu"d, that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus, in the Emperors Court: What maintenance he from his friends receiues, Like exhibition thou shalt haue from me, To morrow be in readinesse, to goe, Excuse it not: for I am peremptory
Pro. My Lord I cannot be so soone prouided, Please you deliberate a day or two
Ant. Look what thou want"st shalbe sent after thee: No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe; Come on Panthino; you shall be imployd, To hasten on his Expedition
Pro. Thus haue I shund the fire, for feare of burning, And drench"d me in the sea, where I am drown"d.
I fear"d to shew my Father Iulias Letter, Least he should take exceptions to my loue, And with the vantage of mine owne excuse Hath he excepted most against my loue.
Oh, how this spring of loue resembleth The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day, Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun, And by and by a clowd takes all away
Pan. Sir Protheus, your Fathers call"s for you, He is in hast, therefore I pray you go
Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, And yet a thousand times it answer"s no.
Exeunt. Finis.
Actus secundus: Scoena Prima.
Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia
Speed. Sir, your Gloue
Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on
Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one
Val. Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it"s mine: Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine, Ah Siluia, Siluia
Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia
Val. How now Sirha?
Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir
Val. Why sir, who bad you call her?
Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke
Val. Well: you"ll still be too forward
Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow
Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia?
Speed. Shee that your worship loues?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue?
Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue learn"d (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-redbreast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence: to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Ma.s.se: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a c.o.c.ke; when you walk"d, to walke like one of the Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner: when you look"d sadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis"d with a Mistris, that when I looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master
Val. Are all these things perceiu"d in me?
Speed. They are all perceiu"d without ye
Val. Without me? they cannot
Speed. Without you? nay, that"s certaine: for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment on your Malady
Val. But tell me: do"st thou know my Lady Siluia?
Speed. Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val. Hast thou obseru"d that? euen she I meane
Speed. Why sir, I know her not
Val. Do"st thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know"st her not?
Speed. Is she not hard-fauour"d, sir?
Val. Not so faire (boy) as well fauour"d
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough
Val. What dost thou know?
Speed. That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fauourd?
Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite, But her fauour 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, so painted to make her faire, that no man counts of her beauty
Val. How esteem"st thou me? I account of her beauty
Speed. You neuer saw her since she was deform"d
Val. How long hath she beene deform"d?
Speed. Euer since you lou"d her
Val. I haue lou"d her euer since I saw her, And still I see her beautifull
Speed. If you loue her, you cannot see her