Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonfo, With other gentlemen of good esteem,

Are journeying to falute the emperor,

And to commend their fervice to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them fhall Protheus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter Protheus.

Pro. Sweet love! fweet lines! fweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To feal our happiness with their consents!
Oh heavenly Julia!

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 stand you affected to his with?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wifh,
Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am refolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentino in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,

a in good time,]-à propos, opportunely here he comes, open the matter to him.

and now we'll

And, in good time, here comes the fweating lord."
RICHARD THE THIRD, A& III, S. 1. Buck.

b

Like exhibition thou fhalt have from me.

To-morrow be in readiness to go:

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'st, shall be sent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd

To haften on his expedition.

[Exeunt 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,
Left he should take exceptions to my love:
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
Oh, how this fpring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Re-enter Panthino.

Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you;

He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go.

Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, no.

[Exeunt.

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line.

"Confin❜d to exhibition."

LEAR, A&t I, S. 2. Glo.

OTHELLO, A& I, S. 3% Oth.

"Due reference of place, and exhibition.”

refembleth-refembleth right-and change fun into light, in the third

ACT

ACT II. SCENE I.

Changes to Milan.

An apartment in the duke's palace.

Enter Valentine and Speed.

Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on.

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!

Val. How now, firrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, fir.

Val. Why, fir, who bad you call her?

Speed, Your worship, fir; or elfe I mistook.

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too flow. Val. Go to, fir; 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 these special marks: First, you have learn'd, like fir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent; to relish a love-fong, like a Robin-red-breaft; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh, like a fchool-boy that had loft his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to faft, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing;

but one.]—quibble, one being fometimes pronounced on.
takes diet ;]-is under a regimen.

bring down rofe-cheeked youth

"To the tub-faft, and the diet."

TIMON OF ATHENS, A&t IV, S. 3. Tim.

to speak 'puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. 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 fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money 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. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for, without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: but you are fo without these follies, that these 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 ?
Speed. She, that you gaze on fo, as fhe fits at fupper?
Val. Haft thou obferv'd that? even fhe I mean.
Speed. Why, fir, I know her not.

Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know'ft her not?

Speed. Is fhe not hard-favour'd, fir?

Val. Not fo fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.

Val. What doft thou know?

Speed. That fhe is not fo 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.

f puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas.]—in a whining tone, like a beggar about All Saints, or the beginning of winter.

Val. How painted? and how out of count?

Speed. Marry, fir, fo painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How esteem'ft thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed. You never faw her fince fhe was deform'd.
Val. How long hath fhe been deform'd?

Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her.

Val. I have lov'd her, ever fince I faw her; and still I fee her beautiful.

Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her.

Val. Why?

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 fir Protheus for going ungarter'd! Val. What should I fee then?

Speed. Your own prefent folly, and her paffing deformity for he, being in love, could not fee to garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot fee to put on your hose.

Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last morning you could not fee to wipe my fhoes.

Speed. True, fir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you, you swing'd me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

Val. In conclufion, I ftand affected to her.

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Speed. I would you were fet, fo your affection would cease.

Val. Laft night fhe injoin'd me to write fome lines to one fhe loves.

Speed. And have you ?

Val. I have.

Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

fet,]-feated, in oppofition to stand, in the former line.