Enter Anthonio and Panthion. Ant. Tell me, Panthion, what fad Talk was that Pant. He wonder'd that your Lordship He faid, that Protheus, your Son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that And perfected by the swift Course of time; Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your Lordship sent him thither; There fhall he practife Tilts and Turnaments; Hear fweet Difcourfe, converse 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, Even with the speedieft Expedition I will dispatch him to the Emperor's Court. Are journeying to falute the Emperor, And to commend their Service to his Will. Ant. Good Company: With them fhall Protheus go. Pro. Sweet Love, fweet Lines, fweet Life; 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 daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, Partner of his Fortune. Ant. And how ftand you affected to his Wish? Pro. As one relying on your Lordship's Will, And not depending on his friendly With. Ant. My Will is fomething forted with his Wish: For what I will, I will; and there's an End. I What Maintenance he from his Friends receives, 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'ft fhall be fent after thee: No more of Stay; to Morrow thou must go. Come on, Panthion; you fhall be imploy'd Το 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 Sea, where I am drown'd: I fear'd to fhew my Father Julia's Letter, Pant. Sir Protheus, your Father calls for you; Pro. Why this it is: My Heart accords thereto, And yet a thousand times it anfwers no. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Valentine and Speed. Speed. SIR, your Glove. Val. Not mine; my Gloves are on. [Exeunt. 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! Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir. Val. Why Sir, who bad you call her? Val. Well, you'll ftill be too forward. Speed. And yet I was laft 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 thefe fpecial Marks: Firft, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your Arms like a Malecontent, to relish a Love-Song like a Robin-red-breaft, to walk walk alone like one that had the Peftilence, to figh like a School-boy that had loft his A, B, C, 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 Hollowmafs: You were wont, when you laugh'd, to crow like a Cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the Lions; when you fafted, it was prefently 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. Without you? nay, that's certain; for without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: But you are fo without thefe Follies, that thefe Follies are within you, and shine through you like the Water in an Urinal; that not an Eye that fees you, but is a Physician to comment on your Malady. Val. But tell me, doft thou know my Lady Silvia? Val. Doft thou know her by gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not? Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, Sir? Val. Not so fair, Boy, as well favour'd. Speed. Sir, I know that well enough, Val. What doft thou know? Speed. That she is not so 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 efteem'ft thou me? I account of her Beauty. Speed. You never faw her fince fhe was deform'd. Val. How long hath the been deform'd? Speed. 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. If you love her, you cannot fee her. Speed. Because Love is blind. O that you had mine Eyes, or your own Eyes had the Lights they were wont to have, when you chid at Sir Protheus for going ungarter'd. Val. What fhould I fee then? 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 laft Morning you could not fee to wipe my Shoes. 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 ftand affected to her. Speed. I would you were fet, fo your Affection would ceafe. 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 Servant, to you two thousand. Speed. He fhould give her Intereft; and the gives it him. Val. As you have injoin'd me, I have writ your Letter Unto the fecret, nameless Friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, Sil. I thank you, gentle Servant,, 'tis very Clerkly done. For |