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Reference: B5v - Comedies, p. 22

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The two Gentlemen of Uerona.
[220]
And not vpon your Maid.
Iu. What is't that you Tooke vp so gingerly? Lu.

Nothing.

Iu.

Why didst thou stoope then?

Lu.
[225]

To take a paper vp, that I let fall.

Iul.

And is that paper nothing?

Lu.

Nothing concerning me.

Iul.

Then let it lye, for those that it concernes.

Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes,
[230]
Vnlesse it haue a false Interpreter.
Iul.

Some loue of yours, hath writ to you in Rime.

Lu. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune: Giue me a Note, your Ladiship can set Iul. As little by such toyes, as may be possible:
[235]
Best sing it to the tune of Light O, Loue .
Lu.

It is too heauy for so light a tune.

Iu.

Heauy? belike it hath some burden then?

Lu.

I: and melodious were it, would you sing it,

Iu.

And why not you?

Lu.
[240]

I cannot reach so high.

Iu. Let's see your Song: How now Minion? Lu. Keepe tune there still; so you will sing it out: And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune. Iu.
[245]

You doe not?

Lu.

No (Madam) tis too sharpe.

Iu.

You (Minion) are too saucie.

Lu. Nay, now you are too flat; And marre the concord, with too harsh a descant:
[250]
There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song.
Iu.

The meane is dround with you vnruly base.

Lu.

Indeede I bid the base for Protheus.

Iu. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me; Here is a coile with protestation:
[255]
Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye: You would be fingring them, to anger me.
Lu. She makes it strãge strange , but she would be best pleas'd To be so angred with another Letter. Iu. Nay, would I were so angred with the same:
[260]
Oh hatefull hands, to teare such louing words; Iniurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony, And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your stings: Ile kisse each seuerall paper, for amends: Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia,
[265]
As in reuenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdaine. And here is writ, Loue wounded Protheus. Poor wounded name: my bosome, as a bed,
[270]
Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd; And thus I search it with a soueraigne kisse. But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written downe: Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away, Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter,
[275]
Except mine own name: That, some whirle‑winde beare Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke, And throw it thence into the raging Sea. Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ: Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus:
[280]
To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away: And yet I will not, sith so prettily He couples it, to his complaining Names; Thus will I fold them, one vpon another; Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will.
Lu.
[285]

Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies.

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Iu.

Well, let vs goe.

Lu.

What, shall these papers lye, like Tel‑tales here?

Iu.

If you respect them; best to take them vp.

Lu. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe.
[290]
Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold.
Iu.

I see you haue a months minde to them.

Lu. I (Madam) you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you iudge I winke. Iu.

Come, come, wilt please you goe.

Exeunt.
Scœna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Antonio and Panthino, Protheus. Ant.
[295]
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
[300]
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:
[305]
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;
[310]
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,
[315]
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.
[320]
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,
[325]
There shall he practise Tilts, and Turnaments; Heare sweet discourse, conuerse with Noble‑men, And be in eye of euery Exercise Worthy his youth, and noblenesse of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsaile: well hast thou aduis'd:
[330]
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 ,
[335]
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.
[340]
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

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Scœna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Antonio and Panthino, Protheus. Ant.
[295]
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
[300]
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:
[305]
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;
[310]
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,
[315]
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.
[320]
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,
[325]
There shall he practise Tilts, and Turnaments; Heare sweet discourse, conuerse with Noble‑men, And be in eye of euery Exercise Worthy his youth, and noblenesse of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsaile: well hast thou aduis'd:
[330]
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 ,
[335]
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.
[340]
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.
[345]

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.
[350]

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 well­belou'd, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant.
[355]

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;
[360]
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,
[365]
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:
[370]
No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe; Come on, Panthmo; 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.
[375]
I fear'd to show 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
[380]
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.
[385]
Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, And yet a thousand times it answer's no.
Exeunt. Finis.
 

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      <l n="379">Oh, how this spring of loue resembleth</l>
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