ANTHONIO, Father to PROTHEUS. THURIO, a foolish Rival to VALENTINE. OUT-LAWS with VALENTINE. SPEED, a clownish Servant to VALENTINE. LAUNCE, the like to PROTHEUS. PANTHION, Servant to ANTHONIO. JULIA, beloved of PROTHEUS. SILVIA, beloved of VALENTINE. LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to JULIA. The SCENE Sometimes in Verona, fometimes in Milan, and towards the latter end on the frontiers of Mantua. THE THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERO N A. ACT I. SCENE I. C Verona. Enter Valentine and Protheus. VALENTINE. EASE to perfuade, my loving Protheus; To fee the wonders of the world abroad, Pro. Wilt thou be gone? fweet Valentine, adieu! Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou doft meet good hap; and in thy danger, It may very well be doubted whether Shakespear had any other hand in this play than the enlivening it with fome speeches and lines thrown in here and there, which are easily distinguish'd, as being of a different ftamp from the rest. VOL. I. T Com Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers; a Val. And on a love-book pray for my success? If haply won, perhaps, an hapless gain; Pro. So, by your circumftance, you call me fool. Methinks, fhould not be chronicled for wife. Pro. Yet writers fay, As in the fsweetest bud Val. And writers fay, As the most forward bud " father at the road Val. That's on fome fhallow ftory of deep love, How young Leander crofs'd the Hellefpont. Pro. That's a deep ftory of a deeper love; For he was more than over fhoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never fwom the Hellefpont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Pro. What? Val. To be in love, &c. Ex Expects my coming, there to fee me shipp’d. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Protheus, no: now let us take our leave. Of thy fuccefs in love; and what news elfe Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! SCENE II. Enter Speed. [Exit. Speed. Sir Protheus, fave you! faw you, fir, my mafter ? And I have play'd the sheep in lofing him. Pro. Indeed, a fheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be a while away. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or fleep. Pro. A filly anfwer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me ftill a fheep. Pro. True; and thy mafter a fhepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. T 2 Speed. |