Page 1897 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1897
[Exeunt Antonio and Panthino]
PROT EUS
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, [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.
[Enter Panthino]
PANT HINO
Sir Proteus, your father calls for you.
He is in haste; therefore, I pray you go.
PROT EUS
Why, this it is; my heart accords thereto, [90]
And yet a thousand times it answers, “No”.
Exeunt.
