ire forРfear of burning, And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. I fear'dРto show my father Julia's letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love;РAnd with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most againstРmy love. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of anРApril day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by an by aРcloud takes all away!Р Re-enter PANTHINOР PANTHINO. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste;Рtherefore, I pray you, go. PROTEUS. Why, this it is: my heart accordsРthereto; And yet a thousand times it answers 'No.' ExeuntР <<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF PLETE WORKSРOF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BYРWORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECTРGUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITHР 10
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