Pro. My Lord I cannot be so soone prouided, Please you deliberate a day or two Ant. Look what thou want'st shalbe sent after thee: No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe; Come on Panthino; you shall be imployd, To hasten on his Expedition Pro. Thus haue I shund the fire, for feare of burning, And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. I fear'd to shew my Father Iulias Letter, Least he should take exceptions to my loue, And with the vantage of mine owne excuse Hath he excepted most against my loue. Oh, how this spring of loue resembleth The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day, Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun, And by and by a clowd takes all away Pan. Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you, He is in hast, therefore I pray you go Pro. Why this it is: my heart accords thereto, And yet a thousand times it answer's no. Exeunt. Finis. Actus secundus: Scoena Prima. Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia Speed. Sir, your Gloue Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one Val. Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it's mine: Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine, Ah Siluia, Siluia Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia Val. How now Sirha? Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir Val. Why sir, who bad you call her? Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke Val. Well: you'll still be too forward Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia? Speed. Shee that your worship loues? Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue? Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-redbreast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence: to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam: to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Masse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner: when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: And now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when I looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me? Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye Val. Without me? they cannot Speed. Without you? nay, that's certaine: for without you were so simple, none else would: but you are so without these follies, that these follies are within you, and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment on your Malady Val. But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia? Speed. Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper? Val. Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane Speed. Why sir, I know her not