Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:

Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

Were’t not affection chains thy tender days

To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,

5 I rather would entreat thy company

To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Than, living dully sluggardized at home,

Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein,

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Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!

Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest

Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel:

Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

15 When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,

If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Val. That’s on some shallow story of deep love:

How young Leander cross’d the Hellespont.

Pro. That’s a deep story of a deeper love;

For he was more than over shoes in love.

I. 1.
25 Val. ’Tis true; for you are over boots in love,

And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;

30 Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment’s mirth

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:

If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;

If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

However, but a folly bought with wit,

35 Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:

40 And he that is so yoked by a fool,

Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud

The eating canker dwells, so eating love

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

45 Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud

Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

Even so by love the young and tender wit

Is turn’d to folly; blasting in the bud,

Losing his verdure even in the prime,

I. 1.
50 And all the fair effects of future hopes.

But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

That art a votary to fond desire?

Once more adieu! my father at the road

Expects my coming, there to see me shipp’d.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.

To Milan let me hear from thee by letters

Of thy success in love, and what news else

Betideth here in absence of thy friend;

60 And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:

He leaves his friends to dignify them more;

65 I leave myself, my friends, and all, for love.

Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,

Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,

War with good counsel, set the world at nought;

Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp’d already,

And I have play’d the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,

I. 1.
75 An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,

’Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

140 Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,

Which cannot perish having thee aboard,

Being destined to a drier death on shore. Exit Speed.

I must go send some better messenger:

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,

145 Receiving them from such a worthless post. Exit.

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen

5 That every day with parle encounter me,

In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Luc. Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mind

According to my shallow simple skill.

10 Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;

But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Luc. Pardon, dear madam: ’tis a passing shame

That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Luc. I have no other but a woman’s reason;

I think him so, because I think him so.

Luc. Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.

He would have given it you; but I, being in the way,

40 Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!

Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

To whisper and conspire against my youth?

Now, trust me, ’tis an office of great worth,

45 And you an officer fit for the place.

There, take the paper: see it be return’d;

Or else return no more into my sight.

I. 2.
50 Jul. And yet I would I had o’erlook’d the letter:

It were a shame to call her back again,

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.

What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid,

And would not force the letter to my view!

55 Since maids, in modesty, say ’no’ to that

Which they would have the profferer construe ‘ay.’

Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love,

That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!

60 How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

When willingly I would have had her here!

How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!

My penance is, to call Lucetta back,

65 And ask remission for my folly past.

What, ho! Lucetta!

Luc.

I would it were;

That you might kill your stomach on your meat,

And not upon your maid.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Unless it have a false interpreter.

80 Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.

Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Jul. —As little by such toys as may be possible.

Best sing it to the tune of ‘Light o’ love.’

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:

90 And yet methinks I do not like this tune.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:

95 There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.

Here is a coil with protestation! Tears the letter.

I. 2.
100 Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:

You would be fingering them, to anger me.

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased

To be so anger’d with another letter. Exit.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger’d with the same!

105 O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!

Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey,

And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!

I’ll kiss each several paper for amends.

Look, here is writ ‘kind Julia.’ Unkind Julia!

110 As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones,

Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.

And here is writ ‘love-wounded Proteus.’

Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,

115 Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal’d;

And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

But twice or thrice was ‘Proteus’ written down.

Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,

Till I have found each letter in the letter,

120 Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear

Unto a ragged, fearful-hanging rock,

And throw it thence into the raging sea!

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,

‘Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,

I. 2.
125 To the sweet Julia’:—that I’ll tear away.—

And yet I will not, sith so prettily

He couples it to his complaining names.

Thus will I fold them one upon another:

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

130 Luc. Madam,

Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

135 Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:

Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;

I see things too, although you judge I wink.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

Pan.

He wonder’d that your lordship

5 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;

10 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,

15 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,

20 And how he cannot be a perfect man,

Not being tried and tutor’d in the world:

Experience is by industry achieved,

And perfected by the swift course of time.

Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?

I. 3.
25 Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant

How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Pan. ’Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

30 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 advised:

35 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.

Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,

40 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.

45 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!

I. 3.
50 O heavenly Julia!

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.

Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes

How happily he lives, how well beloved,

And daily graced by the emperor;

Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

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;

65 For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am resolved 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.

70 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:

I. 3.
75 No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ’d

To hasten on his expedition. Exeunt Ant. and Pan.

Pro. Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,

And drench’d me in the sea, where I am drown’d.

80 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 excepted most against my love.

O, how this spring of love resembleth

85

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!

Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:

He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.

90

Pro. Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,

And yet a thousand times it answers ‘no.’ Exeunt.

Val. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it’s mine:

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!

5 Ah, Silvia, Silvia!