And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice or thrice was ‘Proteus’ written down.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
120 Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, [fearful-hanging] rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,
‘Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
I. 2.
125 To the sweet Julia’:—that I’ll tear away.—