Scoena Tertia.
Enter Antonio and Panthino. Protheus.
Ant. Tell me Panthino, what sad talke was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the Cloyster?
Pan. "Twas of his Nephew Protheus, your Sonne
Ant. Why? what of him?
Pan. He wondred that your Lordship Would suffer him, to spend his youth at home, While other men, of slender reputation Put forth their Sonnes, to seeke preferment out.
Some to the warres, to try their fortune there; Some, to discouer Islands farre away: Some, to the studious Vniuersities; For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Protheus, your sonne, 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 hauing knowne no trauaile in his youth
Ant. Nor need"st thou much importune me to that Whereon, this month I haue bin hamering.
I haue consider"d well, his losse of time, And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being tryed, and tutord in the world: Experience is by industry atchieu"d, And perfected by the swift course of time: Then tell me, whether were I best to send him?
Pan. I thinke your Lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthfull Valentine, Attends the Emperour in his royall Court
Ant. I know it well
Pan. "Twere good, I thinke, your Lordship sent him (thither, There shall he practise Tilts, and Turnaments; Heare sweet discourse, conuerse with n.o.ble-men, And be in eye of euery Exercise Worthy his youth, and n.o.blenesse of birth
Ant. I like thy counsaile: well hast thou aduis"d: And that thou maist perceiue how well I like it, The execution of it shall make knowne; Euen with the speediest expedition, I will dispatch him to the Emperors Court
Pan. To morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other Gentlemen of good esteeme Are iournying, to salute the Emperor, And to commend their seruice to his will
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?