And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achieved,

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And perfected by the swift course of time. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Pan. I think your lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

Ant. I know it well.

Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

There shall he practice tilts and tournaments, 30
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Art. 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.

27. "Shakespeare has been guilty of no mistake in placing the emperor's court at Milan. Several of the first German Emperors held their courts there occasionally, it being at that time their immediate property, and the chief town of their Italian dominions.”Steevens.

30. Here again the Poet is alluding to the practices of his own time. At an earlier period, when war was expressly conducted by the laws of knighthood, "the tournay, with all its magnificence, its minstrels, and heralds, and damosels in lofty towers, had its hard blows, its wounds, and sometimes its deaths." But the tournaments of Shakespeare's time, and such as Proteus was sent to practice, were "the tournaments of gay pennons and pointless lances"; as magnificent indeed as the old knightly encounters, but "as harmless to the combatants as those between other less noble actors,-the heroes of the stage." The Poet had no doubt witnessed some of these "courtly pastimes," as held by Her Majesty in the Tilt-yard at Westminster, or by proud Leicester in the Tilt-yard at Kenilworth.-H. N. H.

Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al

phonso,

With other gentlemen of good esteem,

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Are journeying to salute the emperor,
And to commend their service to his will.

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

Enter Proteus.

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

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Ant. How now! what letter are you reading there? Pro. May 't please your lordship, 'tis a word or

two

Of commendations sent from Valentine,

Deliver❜d by a friend that came from him. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. 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. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? 60 Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

And not depending on his friendly wish.

44. That is, break, or open, the matter to him;-one of many instances showing how much the use of prepositions has changed. To break with a person, now wears a very different meaning. Antonio's words, in good time, refer to Proteus, whom he just then sees coming.-H. N. H.

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

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Ant. 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 Ant. and Pan. Pro. 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!

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87. It is curious to note with what accuracy as well as vividness the Poet here paints the manners of April. The play was written in his youth, when he was more at home with external nature thav

Re-enter Panthino.

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.

with man, his mind not having yet climbed the height of this latter argument. What a study is traced in the progress of his mind as the gay riches of vision gradually yielded to the sterner and solider riches of thought! the first, however, giving a promise of the last, and the last keeping up a remembrance of the first. The fine ecstasy with which, in his earlier plays, as in his poems, he dwells on the movements and aspects of nature has often sent our thoughts to a passage of Wordsworth, describing his youthful self:

"For nature then

To me was all in all. I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love."

ACT SECOND

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: aye, 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, 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?

Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first,

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2. "On" and "one" were anciently pronounced alike, and frequently written so.-H. N. H.