ACT I
SCENE III The same. ANTONIO's house.


 [Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO]

ANTONIO Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that
 Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

PANTHINO 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

ANTONIO Why, what of him?

PANTHINO                   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,
 And did request me to importune you
 To let him spend his time no more at home,
 Which would be great impeachment to his age,
 In having known no travel in his youth.

ANTONIO Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
 Whereon this month I have been hammering.
 I have consider'd well his loss of time
 And how he cannot be a perfect man,
 Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
 Experience is by industry achieved
 And perfected by the swift course of time.
 Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?

PANTHINO I think your lordship is not ignorant
 How his companion, youthful Valentine,
 Attends the emperor in his royal court.

ANTONIO I know it well.

PANTHINO 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
 There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
 Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen.
 And be in eye of every exercise
 Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

ANTONIO I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:
 And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it,
 The execution of it shall make known.
 Even with the speediest expedition
 I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

PANTHINO 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.

ANTONIO Good company; with them shall Proteus go:
 And, in good time! now will we break with him.

 [Enter PROTEUS]

PROTEUS Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
 Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
 Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
 O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
 To seal our happiness with their consents!
 O heavenly Julia!

ANTONIO How now! what letter are you reading there?

PROTEUS May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
 Of commendations sent from Valentine,
 Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

ANTONIO Lend me the letter; let me see what news.

PROTEUS There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
 How happily he lives, how well beloved
 And daily graced by the emperor;
 Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

ANTONIO And how stand you affected to his wish?

PROTEUS As one relying on your lordship's will
 And not depending on his friendly wish.

ANTONIO My will is something sorted with his wish.
 Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
 For what I will, I will, and there an end.
 I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
 With Valentinus in the emperor's court:
 What maintenance he from his friends receives,
 Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
 To-morrow be in readiness to go:
 Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

PROTEUS My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
 Please you, deliberate a day or two.

ANTONIO 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 hasten on his expedition.

 [Exeunt ANTONIO and PANTHINO]

PROTEUS Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
 And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
 I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
 Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
 And with the vantage of mine own excuse
 Hath he excepted most against my love.
 O, how this spring of love resembleth
 The uncertain glory of an April day,
 Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
 And by and by a cloud takes all away!

 [Re-enter PANTHINO]

PANTHINO Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
 He is in haste; therefore, I pray you to go.

PROTEUS Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
 And yet a thousand times it answers 'no.'

 [Exeunt]




 THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA


ACT II