The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere . ou wantst shall be sent after thee : No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.— Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employd To hasten on his expedition. [^Exeunt Ant. and Pan, Pro. Thus have I shunnd the fire, for fear of burning; And drenchd me in the sea, where I am drownd : T feard to show my father Julias letter. Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. a Exhibition—stipend, allowance. The word is still used in this sense with i-eference to any-
The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere . ou wantst shall be sent after thee : No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.— Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employd To hasten on his expedition. [^Exeunt Ant. and Pan, Pro. Thus have I shunnd the fire, for fear of burning; And drenchd me in the sea, where I am drownd : T feard to show my father Julias letter. Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. a Exhibition—stipend, allowance. The word is still used in this sense with i-eference to any-special fund for a scholars maintenance in our universities. SCENE III.] TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. 15 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. Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ; He is in haste ; therefore, I pray you Why, this it is ! my heart accords thereto ; And yet a thousand times it answers, No. [ [St7-eet in Milan.] ACT II. SCENE I.—Milan. A Room in the Dukes 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 !Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !Val. How now, sirrah ?Speed. She is not within hearing, Why, sir, who bade you call her ?Speed. Your worship, sir ; or else I Well, you 11 still be too And yet I was last chidden for being too 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 ?Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you have learned, like sir Proteus, * The quibble here depends upon the pronunciation of one, which was anciently pronounced asif it were written on. SCE
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