[Exeunt Antonio and Pantino.]
PROTEUS.
Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning
And drenched me in the sea, where I am drowned.
I feared 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 an by a cloud takes all away.
Enter Pantino.
PANTINO.
Sir Proteus, your father calls for you.
He is in haste. Therefore, I pray you, go.
PROTEUS.
Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thousand times it answers “No”.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Milan. A room in the Duke’s palace
Enter Valentine and Speed.
SPEED.
Sir, your glove.