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TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. DUKE OF Milan, father to Silvia.

Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. VALENTINE,

Out-laws. PROTEUS,

} gentlemen of Verona. Antonio, father to Proteus.

Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.

Silvia, the duke's daughter, beloved by Valentine. EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia, in her escape. Lucetta, waiting woman to Julia. SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine. Launce, servant to Proteus.

Servants, Musicians. Panthino, servant to Antonio.

SCENE, -Sometimes in Verona ; sometimes in Milan; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-An open place in Verona, If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus ; Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Pro. Upon some book, I'M love, I'll pray for Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days

thee. To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, I rather would entreat thy company,

How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. To see the wonders of the world abroad,

Pró. That's a deep story of a deeper love; Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, For he was more than over shoes in love. Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love, But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive And yet you never swom the Hellespont. therein,

Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the Even as I would, when I to love begin.

boots. Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not. adieu !

Pro. What? Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Val. To be Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : In love, where scorn is bought with groans ; Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy With heart-sore sighs ; one fading moments danger,

mirth,

coy looks,

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain ;

Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. If lost, why then a grievous labour won ;

Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by However, but a folly bought with wit,

another. Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, fool.

and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear, you'll sheep. prove.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepPro. "Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love. herd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep;

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: thou for wages followest thy master, thy master And he, that is so yoked by a fool,

for wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. a sheep.

Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Speed. Such another proof will make me cry The eating canker dwells, so eating love

baa. Inbabits in the finest wits of all.

Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st thou my letVal. And writers say, As the most forward ter to Julia? bud

Speed. Ay, sir : I, a lost mutton, gave your Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced Even so by love the young and tender wit mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my Is turn'd to folly ; blasting in the bud,

labour. Losing his verdure even in the prime,

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a And all the fair effects of future hopes.

store of muttons. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were That art a votary to fond desire ?

best stick her. Once more adieu: my father at the road

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. pound you.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our me for carrying your

letter. leave.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin-
At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, fold.
Of thy success in love, and what news else Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over
Betideth here, in absence of thy friend;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine. 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
Val. As much to you at home! and so, fare Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?
well.
[Exit Valentine.

[Speed nods. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love;

Speed. I. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos’d me; and you ask me, if she did nod: and I say, I. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Pro. And that set togeth is-noddy. War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with it together, take it for your pains. thought.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the

letter. Enter SPEED.

Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my bear with you. master?

Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; Milan,

having nothing but the word, noddy, for my Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd al- pains. ready;

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, purse. An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: Speed. You conclude that my master is a What said she? shepherd then, and I a sheep?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and Pro. I do.

the matter, may be both at once delivered. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What whether I wake or sleep.

said she? Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win Speed. This proves me still a sheep.

her?

and over,

your lover.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves from her?

ye. Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all Jul. His little speaking shews his love but from her; no, not so much as a ducat for deli

small. vering your letter : And being so hard to me that Luc. Fire that is closest kept burns most of brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard all. to you in telling her mind. Give her no token Jul. They do not love, that do not show their but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

love. Pro. What, said she nothing?

Luc. 0, they love least, that let men know Speed. No, not so much astake this for thy their love. pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, Jul. I would, I knew his mind. you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Jul. To Julia,-Say, from whom? sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Luc. That the contents will shew. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? wreck;

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,

from Proteus : Being destined to a drier death on shore: He would have given it you, but I, being in the I must go send some better messenger;

way, I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, Receiving them from such a worthless post.

í

pray. [Exeunt. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!

Dare

you presume to harbour wanton lines? SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's To whisper and conspire against my youth? house.

Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

And you an officer fit for the place.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Or else return no more into my sight.
Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheed-

than hate. fully.

Jul. Will you be gone? Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. That every day with parle encounter me, Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd the In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

letter. Laic. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew It were a shame to call her back again, my mind,

And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. According to my shallow simple skill

.

What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Egla- And would not force the letter to my view? mour?

Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; Which they would have the profferer construe, But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Ay. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,

And presently, all humbled, kiss the rød ! Jul. What think’st thou of the gentle Proteus? How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! When willingly I would have had her here ! Jul. How now! what means this passion at How angerly I taught my brow to frown, his name?

When inward joy enforced my heart to smile ! Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, My penance is, to call Lucetta back, That I, unworthy body as I am,

And ask remission for my folly past :-
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. What ho! Lucetta!

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. Then thus, of many good I think

Re-enter Lucetta.
him best.

Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Your reason?

Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Luc. I would it were ; I think him so, because I think him so. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love And not upon your maid. on him?

Jul. What is't you took up
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast So gingerly?
away.

Luc. Nothing.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then?

Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.

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me.

sing it.

Jul. And is that paper nothing?

Poor

forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Luc. Nothing concerning me.

To the sweet Julia; that I'll tear away; Jul. Then let it lie for those, that it concerns. And yet I will not, sith so prettily

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, He couples it to his complaining names; Unless it have a false interpreter.

Thus will I fold them one upon another; Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. rhyrne.

Re-enter Lucetta.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:
Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: stays.
Best sing it to the tune of Light o love.

Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like telle Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. tales here? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Jul. If you respect them, best to take them

up. Jul. And why not you?

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them Luc. I cannot reach so high.

down: Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. out:

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

you see; Jul. You do not?

I see things too, although you judge I wink. Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.

Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? [Exeunt. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:

house. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. base.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

that, Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Here is a coil with protestation.

Ant. Why, what of him?

[Tears the letter. Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; You would be fingering them, to anger me. While other men, of slender reputation, Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would Put forth their sons, to seek preferment out: be best pleas'd

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; To be so anger'd with another letter. [Erit. Some, to discover islands far away; Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the Some, to the studious universities. same!

For any, or for all these exercises, O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And did request me, to importune you, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your To let him spend his time no more at home, stings !

Which would be great impeachment to his age, I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

In having known no travel in his youth. And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! Ant. Nor need’st thou much importune me to As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

that, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Whereon this month I have been hammering. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. I have considered well his loss of time; Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus : And how he cannot be a perfect man, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Not being try’d and tutor’d in the world: Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly Experience is by industry atchiev'd, heal'd;

And perfected by the swift course of time: And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Then, tell me, whether were I best to send him? But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, How his companion, youthful Valentine, Till I have found each letter in the letter, Attends the emperor in his royal court. Except mine own name; that some whirlwind Ant. I know it well. bear

Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

sent him thither: And throw it thence into the raging sea ! There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen;

me.

And be in eye of every exercise,

Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. And not depending on his friendly wish. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou ad. Ant. My will is something sorted with his vis'd:

wish: And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; it,

For what I will, I will, and there an end. The execution of it shall make known;

I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time Even with the speediest execution

With Valentinus in the emperor's court; I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. What maintenance he from his friends receives, Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. Alphonso,

To-morrow be in readiness to go: With other gentlemen of good esteem,

Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided ; And to commend their service to his will. Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent go:

after thee: And, in good time,—now will we break with him. No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

Come on Panthino; you shall be employ'd Enter PROTEUS.

To hasten on his expedition. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!

[Ereunt Ant. and Pant. Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn :

burning; 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: To seal our happiness with their consents ! I fear'd to shew my father Julia's letter, O heavenly Julia !

Lest he should take exceptions to my love ; Ant. How now? what letter are you reading And with the vantage of mine own excuse there?

Hath he excepted most against my love. Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word, how this spring of love resembleth

The uncertain glory of an April day; Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Which now shews all the beauty of the sun, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. And by and by a cloud takes all away! Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what

Re-enter PANTHINO. news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; writes

He is in haste ; therefore, I pray you, go. How happily he lives, how well beloved,

Pro. Why this it is! my heart accords thereto; And daily graced by the emperor;

And yet a thousand times it answers no. Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

[Ereunt. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish ?

or two

ACT II.

me, do

is but one.

SCENE I.-Mlan. An apartment in the Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being Duke's palace.

too slow.

Val. Go to, sir; tell you know madam Enter VALENTINE and SPEED.

Silvia ?

Speed. She that your worship loves ? Speed. Sir, your glove.

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on.

Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this you have learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath

your arms like a male-content; to relish a loveVal. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:- song, like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! like one that hath the pestilence; to sigh, like a Ah Silvia! Silvia !

school-boy that had lost his A, B, C; to weep, Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia! like a young wench that had buried her granVal. How now, sirrah?

dam; to fast, like one that takes diet ; to watch, Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, Val

. Why, sir, who bade you call her? like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when Pal. Well, you'll still be too forward. you walked, to walk like one of the lions; when

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