Tell me Pantino, what sad talk was that
1.3.4303Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Why? What of him?
He wondered that your lordship
1.3.8307Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
1.3.9308While other men, of slender reputation,
1.3.10309Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
1.3.11310Some to the wars, to try their fortune there,
1.3.15314He said that Proteus your son was meet,
1.3.17316To let him spend his time no more at home,
1.3.18317Which would be great impeachment to his age
1.3.19318In having known no travel in his youth.
Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
1.3.21320Whereon this month I have been hammering.
1.3.22321I have considered well his loss of time,
1.3.24323Not being tried and tutored in the world.
1.3.26325And perfected by the swift course of time.
1.3.27326Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?
I think your lordship is not ignorant
1.3.29328How his companion, youthful Valentine,
1.3.30329Attends the Emperor in his royal court.
I know it well.
'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither.
1.3.33332There shall he practice tilts and tournaments,
1.3.34333Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen
1.3.36335Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised.
1.3.38337And that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
1.3.39338The execution of it shall make known.
1.3.41340I will dispatch him to the Emperor's Court.
Tomorrow, may it please you, Don Alfonso
1.3.44343Are journeying to salute the Emperor
1.3.45344And to commend their service to his will.
Good company. With them shall Proteus go.
1.3.47 [Enter Proteus reading a letter.] 1.3.48346And in good time; now will we break with him.
Sweet love, sweet lines, sweet life.
1.3.50348Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
1.3.51349Here is her oath for love, her honor's pawn.
1.3.52350Oh, that our fathers would applaud our loves
1.3.53351To seal our happiness with their consents.
How now? What letter are you reading there?
May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
1.3.57355Of commendations sent from Valentine,
1.3.58356Delivered by a friend that came from him.
Lend me the letter. Let me see what news.
There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
1.3.61359How happily he lives, how well beloved
1.3.63361Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
And how stand you affected to his wish?
As one relying on your lordship's will,
1.3.66364And not depending on his friendly wish.
My will is something sorted with his wish.
1.3.68366Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed,
1.3.69367For what I will, I will, and there an end.
1.3.70368I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
1.3.71369With Valentinus in the Emperor's court.
1.3.72370What maintenance he from his friends receives,
1.3.73371Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
My lord, I cannot be so soon provided.
1.3.77375Please you, deliberate a day or two.
Look what thou want'st shall be sent after thee.
1.3.79377No more of stay; tomorrow thou must go.
1.3.80378Come on, Pantino; you shall be employed
1.3.82 [Exit Antonio and Pantino] Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning
1.3.84381And drenched me in the sea where I am drowned.
1.3.85382I feared to show my father Julia's letter
1.3.86383Lest he should take exceptions to my love,
1.3.87384And with the vantage of mine own excuse
1.3.88385Hath he excepted most against my love.
1.3.89386Oh, how this spring of love resembleth
1.3.90387The uncertain glory of an April day,
1.3.91388Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
1.3.92389And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Sir Proteus, your father calls for you.
1.3.95391He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.
Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
1.3.97393And yet a thousand times it answers, "No."