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SCENE I. Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's.
Enter DUKE, THURIo, and PROTEUS. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray,
awhile We have some secrets to confer about.
[Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would
discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal: But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates ; And should she thus be stolen
you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest
Which to requite, command me while I live.
Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mcan
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord ; sir Valentine is coming.
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Be they of much import?
jealous aim-] Aim is guess, in this instance.
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify My health, and happy being at your court. Duke. Nay, then no matter ; stay with me a
while; I am to break with thee of some affairs, That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. "Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, sure, the
match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: Cannot your grace win her to fancy him? Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro
7 And, where -] Where, the same here as whereas.
sir, in Milan, here,] It ought to be thu: , instead of in Verona, here— for the scene apparently is in Milan, as is clear from several passages in the first act, and in the beginning of the first scene of the fourth act.
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor,
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words ;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her friends Unto a youthful gentleman of worth ; And kept severely from resort of men, That no man hath access by day to her.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock’d, and keys
kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win
9 - the fashion of the time --] The modes of courtship, the acts by which men recommended themselves to ladies.
* What lets,] i.e. what hinders.
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.
Val. Why then a ladder, quaintly made of cords, To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it.
Duke. Now as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me
that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by.
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. .
Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak, that is of any length. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the
turn ? Val. Ay, my good lord.
Duke. Then let me see thy cloak: I'll get me one of such another length. Val. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my
lord. Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? 1 pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.What letter is this same i What's here?--To Silvia? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once. [Reads. My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly;
And slaves they are to me, that send them flying : O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself wouldlodge, where senselessthey arelying. Mly, herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them; While I, their king, that thither them importune,