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When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
And ask remission for my folly past :-
Nothing concerning me.
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme. 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. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. And why not you?
I cannot reach so high.
Jul. Let's see your song:- -How now, minion?
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not?
Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant :'
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Go, get you gone; and let the
[Tears the letter.
You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
A term in musick.
3 A challenge.
2 The tenor in musick,
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down?
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go.
Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.
A Room in Antonio's House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him?
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship 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; Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet,
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time;
And perfected by the swift course of time:
7 Little consequence,
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.
Ant. I know it well.
Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent
There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known;
Even with the speediest execution
I will despatch him to the emperor's court.
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
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.9
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
9 Break the matter to him.