Chapter: SCENE III.

_The same. ANTONIO'S house._

  _Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO._

_Ant._ Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

_Pan._ 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

_Ant._ Why, what of him?

_Pan._                 He wonder'd that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,                         5
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some to discover islands far away;
Some to the studious universities.                                  10
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said that Proteus your son was meet;
And did request me to importune you
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,                        15
In having known no travel in his youth.

_Ant._ Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time,
And how he cannot be a perfect man,                                 20
Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achieved,
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                        25
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 practise tilts and tournaments,                      30
Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
And be in eye of every exercise
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

_Ant._ I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:
And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it                     35
The execution of it shall make known.
Even with the speediest expedition
I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

_Pan._ To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,                                40
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!                         45
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents!
O heavenly Julia!                                                   50

_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.                    55

_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.

_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.                          65
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:                                    70
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

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

_Ant._ Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee:
No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go.                            75
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,                          80
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,                                85
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, 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.

 Proteus's father decides to send his son abroad to Milan, where Valentine has gone, to gain experience of the world. When Proteus comes onto the stage, he is obviously in a daydream, clutching a love letter and warbling in such a way as to make his father even more determined to "make a man of him." Proteus lies about the letter, saying it is from Valentine. Antonio will not listen to his son's plea for a short reprieve to prepare for his trip: "For what I will, I will, and there an end."

