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TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Masters Gentlemen of Verona
Derz or Milax, father to Silvia.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
SILVIA, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. ESLAWUL, agent for Silvia, in her escape.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.
SCENE, - Sometimes in VERONA ; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of MANTUA.
SCENE I. - An open uilnice in Verona. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, Ente Vara
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : --) PROTEUS.
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Tel. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; If lost, why then a grievous labour won ; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits ; However, but a folly bought with wit, We't not, affection chains thy tender days
Or else a wit by folly vanquished. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. I rather would entreat thy company,
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll To see the wonders of the world abroad,
prove. Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home,
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at ; I am not love. Wex out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: But
, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, And he that is so yoked by a fool, Eren as I would, when I to love begin.
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pre. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Think ca thry Proteus, when thou, haply, seest The eating canker dwells, so eating love Syme tare note-worthy object in thy travel : Inhabits in the finest wits of all. Wish mé partaker in thy happiness,
Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Losing his verdure even in the prime,
. And on a love-book pray for my success. And all the fair effects of future hopes. Pro
. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
Leander cross'd the Hellespont. Once more adieu : my father at the road
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Pel
. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Val. Sweet Proteus, no ; now let us take our leave. And let you never swam the Hellespont.
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters,
Betideth here in absence of the friend;
To be Pro. "All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! La love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy
Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love :
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : He leaves his friends to dignify them more ;
What said she ? I leave myself, my friends, and all for love.
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me;
matter, may be both at once delivered. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Pro. Well, sír, here is for your pains: What said War with good counsel, set the world at nought; she? Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Enter SPEED.
Pro. Why ? Could'st thou perceive so much from
her? Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your Milan.
letter : And being so hard to me that brought your Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already; mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him.
her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, as hard as steel. An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Pro. What, said she nothing ? Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep Speed. No, not so much as take this for thy herd then, and I a sheep?
pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Pro. I do.
have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll comI wake or sleep.
mend you to my master Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
wreck; Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Being destined to a drier death on shore : Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. I must go send some better messenger ;
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, sheep the shepherd ; but I seek my master, and my Receiving them from such a worthless post. master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.
[Ereunt. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou SCENE II. — The same. Garden of Julia's House. for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep.
Enter Julia and LUCETTA. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love ? Julia ?
Luc. Ay, madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully. Speed. Ay, sir ; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced mutton, That every day with parle encounter me, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store Lúc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were According to my shallow simple skill. best stick her.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ? Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; pound you.
But, were I you, he never should be mine. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ? for carrying your letter.
Luc. Well, of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so. Pro You mistake ; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! over,
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing shame, Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ?
That I, unworthy body as I am,
(SPÉED nods. Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Speed. I.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Pro. Nod, I; why, that's noddy.
Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say, she did nod: and
best. you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.
Jul. Your reason ? Pro. And that set together, is — noddy.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it I think him so, because I think him so. together, take it for your pains.
Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the
him ? letter.
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly ; having Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. nothing but tho word, noddy, for my pains.
Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow putse.
H I would, I knew his mind.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, H. To Julia; - Šay, from whom?
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : That the contents will shéw. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Jal. Say, say; who gave it thee?
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Isc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. from Proteus :
ful. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Here is a coil with protestation !- (Tears the letter. Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie : Fed. Now, by my modesty, - goodly brokeri You would be fingering them, to anger me. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ?
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be To whisper and conspire against my youth ?
best pleas'd Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, To be so anger'd with another letter. (Erit. And you an officer fit for the place.
. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the saine: There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Orebe return no more into my sight.
Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, L« To plead for love deserves more fèe than and kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! hate.
I'll kiss each several paper for amends. J. Will you be gone?
Ånd, here is writ- kind Julia ; - unkind Julia ! Luc.
That you may ruminate. (Erit. As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Asd would not force the letter to my view ? Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly healid; Snce maids, in modesty, say No, to that
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Which they would have the profferer construé, Ay. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : Fit, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Till I have found each letter in the letter, And presently, all burnbled, kiss the rod !
Except mine own name; that some whirlwind beu Hos churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, -
To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away ;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily What bo! Lucetta ?
He couples it to his complaining names ;
Thus will I fold them one upon another; .
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will Luc.
What would your ladyshłp? Jal. Is it near dinner time?
Re-enter LYCÉTTA. Luc.
I would it were ; Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
stays. And no: upon your maid.
Jul. Well, let us go. What is't you took up Luć. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales So gingerly?
here? Luc Nothing.
Jul. If you respect them, best to take theni up. Why didst thou stoop then ? Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. H. And is that paper nothing ?
ful. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc.
Nothing concerning me. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Jl. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
see ; Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, I scê things too, although you judge I wink. Unless it have a false interpreter.
Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? (Ereunt. Jul. Sone love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Lx. That I might sing it, madañ, tò a tune : SCENE III. The same.
A room in Antonio's Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, I Heavy ? belike, it hath some burden then. Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Esc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Pan. "Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. sing it.
Ant. Why, what of him? Ied. And why not you?
He wonder'd, that your lordship Luc.
I cannốt reach so high, Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; Jul. Let's see your song; — Ilow now, minion? While other men, of slender reputation,
Lue. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some, to discover islands far away;
Some, to the studious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet :
two And did request me, to importune you,
Of commendation sent from Valentine, To let him spend his time no more at home, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Which would be great impeachment to his age, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. In having known no travel in his youth.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that How happily he lives, how well-belov’d, Whereon this month I have been hammering. And daily graced by the emperor ; I have consider'd well his loss of time;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world :
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And not depending on his friendly wish. And perfected by the swift course of time :
Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed ;
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, For what I will, I will, and there an end. How his companion, youthful Valentine,
I am resolv’d, that thou shalt spend some time Attends the emperor in his royal court.
With Valentinus in the emperor's court; Ant. I know it well.
What maintenance he from his friends receives, Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent Like exhibition shalt thou have from me. him thither :
To-morrow be in readiness to go : There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen ; Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; And be in eye of every exercise,
Please you, deliberate a day or two. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd :
thee : And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it, No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go. – The execution of it shall make known;
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd Even with the speediest execution
To hasten on his expedition. I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.
(Ereunt Ant. and Pax. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Ion Al Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of phonso,
burning; With other gentlemen of good esteem,
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: Are journeying to salute the emperor,
I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter, And to commend their service to his will.
Lest he should take exceptions to my love ;
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day ;
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ; O heavenly Julia!
He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Pro. Why, this it is ! my heart accords thereto; there?
And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. - Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam
Spreed. She that your worship loves?
Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Speed. Sir, your glove.
Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, Val. Not mine ; my gloves are on.
you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like but one.
a Robin-red-breast ; to walk alone, like one that Val. Ha ! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine: had the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !
had lost his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench Ah Silvia! Silvia !
that had buried her grandam ; to fast, like one that Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !
takes diet; to watch, like one that fears robbing ; Val. How now, sirrah ?
to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock ; Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her?
when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; Val. Well, you'll still be too forward.
when you looked sadly, it was for want of money : Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress,
teat, when I look on you, I can hardly think you Speed. O, 'give you good even ! here's a million my master.
(Aside. Fal. Are all these things perceived in me? Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thouSeed. They are all perceived without you. sand. PL. Without me? they cannot.
Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, it him. without you were so simple, none else would : but Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter, you are so without these follies, that these follies are Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; within you, and shine through you like the water in Which I was much unwilling to proceed in, 22 erinal; that not an eye, that sees you, but is a But for my duty to your ladyship. physician to comment on your malady.
Su. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very clerkly Fal. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
done. Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off ; supper?
For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Pal. Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean. I writ at random, very doubtfully. Sreed. Why, sir, I know her not.
Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much VdDost thou know her by my gazing on her,
pains ? and yet knowest her not ?
Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write, Speed. Is she not hard favoured, sir?
Please you command, a thousand times as much :
Su. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel ; Fol. What dost thou know?
And yet I will not namo it:- and yet I care not;Sued. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And yet take this again ; - and yet I thank you ; favoured.
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Pd. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. ber favour infinite.
Aside. est. That's because the one is painted, and the Val. What means your ladyship? do you not Beber out of all count.
like it? Ped. How painted ? and how out of count? si. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: od Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, But since unwillingly, take them again; Bhai no man counts of her beauty.
Nay, take them.
Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request ;
Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and Si. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over : still I see her beautiful.
And if it please you, so : if not, why, so. red. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Val. Why?
Si. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour. Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had And so good morrow, servant. [Erit Silvia. mine etes; or your own eyes had the lights they Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a for going ungartered!
steeple ! Pe. What should I see then?
My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing
suitor, deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to He being her pupil, to become her tutor. garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see O excellent device! was there ever heard a better? to put on your hose.
That my master, being scribe, to liimself should Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last
write the letter? Corning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning
Speel. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : 1 with yourself? tank you, you swinged me for my love, which Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have takes me the bolder to chide you for yours.
the reason. Pd. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Val. To do what ?
Val. To whom ? Pal. Last night she enjoined me to write some Speed. To yourself why, she wooes you by a lins to one she loves.
figure. Speed. And have you ?
Val. What figure ? Tel. I have.
Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speedo Are they not lamely writ?
Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? V. No, boy, but as well as I can do them ; Speed. What needs she, when she hath made you Pezze, here she comes.
write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
Val. No, believe me.
Speed. No believing you indeed, sir : But did Speel. O excellent motion ! O exceeding puppet ! you perceive her earnest? ww will be interpret to her.
Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Pol. Madain and mistress, a thousand good Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. martons
Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.