_Pan._ Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go. _Pro._ Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto, 90 And yet a thousand times it answers 'no.' [_Exeunt._ Notes: I, 3. SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope. Antonio's House.] Theobald. 1: _Panthino_] F1 F2. _Panthion_ F3 F4. 21: _and_] F1. _nor_ F2 F3 F4. 24: _whither_] F2 F3 F4. _whether_ F1. 44: _And, in good time!_] _And in good time:_ F1. _And in good time,_ F2 F3 F4. _And,--in good time:_--Dyce. 44: Enter Proteus] F2. 45: _sweet life_] _sweet life! sweet Julia_ Capell. 49: _To_] _And_ Collier MS. 65: _there_] F1 F2. _there's_ F3 F4. 67: _Valentinus_] F1. _Valentino_ F2 F3 F4. _Valentine_ Warburton. 77: [Exeunt Ant. and Pan.]. Rowe. 84: _resembleth_] _resembleth well_ Pope. _resembleth right_ Johnson conj. 86: _sun_] _light_ Johnson conj. 88: Re-enter Panthino.] om. F1. Enter. F2. _father_] _fathers_ F1. 91: [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis. Ff. ACT II. SCENE I. _Milan. 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 see: ay, give it me, it's mine: Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Ah, Silvia, Silvia! 5 _Speed._ Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia! _Val._ How now, sirrah? _Speed._ She is not within hearing, sir. _Val._ Why, sir, who bade you call her? _Speed._ Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. 10 _Val._ Well, you'll still be too forward. _Speed._ And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. _Val._ Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? _Speed._ She that your worship loves? _Val._ Why, how know you that I am in love? 15 _Speed._ Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young 20 wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you fasted, it was presently after 25 dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. _Val._ Are all these things perceived in me? _Speed._ They are all perceived without ye. 30 _Val._ Without me? they cannot.