Some, to the ftudious univerfities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet:
And did requeft me to importune you,
To let him fpend his time no more at home:
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that, Whereon this month I have been hammering.

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I have confider'd well his lofs of time
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And perfected by the fwift courfe of time;
Then tell me, whither were I beft to fend him?
Pant. I think your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the Emperor in his royal court. (7)
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him
thither;

There fhall he practife tilts and tournaments,

Hear fweet difcourfe, converfe with noblemen;
And be in eye of every exercife,

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, The execution of it fhall make known

(7) Attends the Emperor in his royal court.] The Emperor's royal Court is properly at Vienna, but Valentine, 'tis plain, is at MiLan; where, in most other paffages, 'tis faid he is attending the Duke, who makes one of the characters in the Drama. This feems to convict the author of a forgetfulnefs and contradiction but, perhaps, it may he folved thus, and Milan be called the Emperor's court; as, fince the reign of Charlemagne, this dukedom and its territories have belonged to the Emperors. I wish I could as easily folve another abfurdity, which encounters; of Valentine's going from Verone to Milan, both inland places, by fea. THEOBALD. Mr. Theobald discovers not any great skill in hiftory Vienna is not the court of the Emperour as Emperour, nor has Milan been always without its princes fince the days of Charlemaigne; but the note has its ufe.

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Ev'n with the fpeedieft expedition

I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court.

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.polgime

And, in good time,

Nound him. (8)

-now will

1 we break with

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 confents!
Oh heav'nly 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 ftand you affected to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant. My will is fomething forted with his with:
Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd, that thou fhalt spend some time
With Valentino in the Emp'ror's court:

(8) -in good time.] In good time was the old expreffion when fomething happened which fuited the thing in hand, as the French Lay, a propos.

What

What maintenance he from his friends receives,
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'ft, fhall be fent after thee: No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

Come on, Panthion; you fhall be employ'd

To hatten on his expedition. [Exe. Ant. and Pant.
Pro. Thus have I fhun'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 excufe,
Hath he excepted moft againft my love.
Oh, how this fpring of love refembleth (9)
Th' uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by, a cloud takes all away!

Enter Panthion.

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 anfwers, no.

[Exeunt..

(9) At the end of this verse there is wanting a fyllable, for the speech apparently ends in a quatrain. I find nothing that will rhyme to fun, and therefore fhall leave it to some happier critick. But I fufpect that the Authour might write thus; Oh, how this firing of love refembletk right,.. Th uncertain glory of an April day; Which now bows all the glory of the light, And, by and by, a cloud takes all away.

Light was either by negligence or affectation changed to fun, which, confidered without the rhyme, is indeed better. The next tranfcriber finding that the word right did not rhyme to fun, fuppofed it erroneously written, and left it out.

ACT

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, Sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.
Val. Why, Sir, who bad you call her?

Speed. Your worfhip, Sir, or elfe I mistook.

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?

Kal. 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 male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robinred-breaft; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to figh. like a fchool-boy that had lost 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 to fpeak puling,.

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like a beggar at Hallowmas. (1) 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 else would: (2) But you are fo without thefe follies, that thefe follows are withyou, 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.

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Val. But tell me, doft thou know my lady Silvia? Speed. She, that you gaze on fo as the firs at fupper? Val. Haft thou obferv'd that? even fhe I mean. Speed. Why, Sir, I know her not.

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

Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, Sir?

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

Val. What doft thou know?

Speed That the 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.,

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.

(1) Hallowmas.] That is, about the feaft of All-Saints, when winter begins, and the life of a vagrant becomes lefs comfortable

(2) None else would:] None elfe would be so simple.

Speed.