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Two Gentlemen of Verona.
SCENE I. — An open place in Verona. Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus;
groans ; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits : Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moWer 't not, affection chains thy tender days
ment's mirth, To the sweet glances of thy honored love, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights : I rather would entreat thy company,
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; To see the wonders of the world abroad, If lost, why then a grievous labor won; Than living dully sluggardised at home,
However, but a folly bought with wit, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Or else a wit by folly vanquished. But, since thou lov’st, love still, and thrive therein, Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Even as I would, when I to love begin.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you 'll Pro. Wilt thou begone ? Sweet Valentine,
prove. adieu !
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love. Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Val. Love is your master, for he masters you: Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel : And he that is so yokéd by a fool, Wish me partaker in thy happiness,
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. When thou dost meet good hap: and in thy Pro. Yet writers say, “ As in the sweetest bud danger,
The eating canker dwells, so eating love If ever danger do environ thee,
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.” Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And writers say, “As the most forward | For I will be thy bead's-man, Valentine.
bud Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Even so by love the young and tender wit
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, Is turned to folly; blasting in the bud,
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; And all the fair effects of future hopes.”
Val. 'T is true; for you are over boots in love, That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once more adieu : my father at the road Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Espects my coming, there to see me shipped.
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Speed. Such another proof will make me cry Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our “Baa.” leave.
Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, to Julia ? Of thy success in love, and what news else
Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
letter to her, a laced mutton; and she, a laced And I likewise will visit thee with mine. mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! labor.
[Exit VALENTINE. of muttons. Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love :
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 't were best Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me; pound you. Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve War with good counsel, set the world at nought; me for carrying your letter. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinthought.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and Enter SPEED.
over, Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your master?
lover. Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Pro. But what said she ? did she nod ? Milan.
[Speed nods. Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipped al- Pro. Nod, I; why, that's noddy.
ready; And I have played the sheep, in losing him. and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, I.
Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, Pro. And that set together, is — noddy. An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Specd. Now you have taken the pains to set it Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-together, take it for your pains. herd, then, and I a sheep ?
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the Pro. I do.
letter. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whe- | Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear ther I wake or sleep.
with you. Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. | Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; havPro. True; and thy master a shepherd. ing nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow another.
purse. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, What said she ? and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and
the matter, may be both at once delivered. Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou said she ? for wages followest thy master, thy master for Speed. Truly, sir, I think you 'll hardly win wages follows not thee: therefore, thou art a sheep. her.
Pro. Why? Couldst thou perceive so much Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 't is a passing shame, from her?
That I, unworthy body as I am, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? your letter: And being so hard to me that brought Luc. Then thus, — of many good I think him your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in
best. telling her mind. Give her no token but stones : Jul. Your reason ? for she's as hard as steel.
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Pro. What, said she nothing?
I think him so, because I think him so. Speed. No, not so much as — “Take this for Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on thy pains.” To testify your bounty, I thank you,
him? you have testerned me; in requital whereof, hence Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast forth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll
away. commend you to my master.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
ye. Being destined to a drier death on shore :
Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. I must go send some better messenger;
Luc. Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all. I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Jul. They do not love that do not shew their Receiving them from such a worthless post.
love. [Exeunt. Luc. 0, they love least that let men know their
Jul. I would, I knew his mind. SCENE II. — The same. Garden of JULIA'S Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. House.
Jul. “To Julia,”—Say, from whom ?
Luc. That the contents will shew.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, | Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love ?
from Proteus : Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheed- He would have given it you, but I, being in the fully.
way, Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I That every day with parle encounter me,
pray. In thy opinion, which is worthiest love ?
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker ! Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? my mind
To whisper and conspire against my youth ? According to my shallow simple skill.
Now, trust me, 't is an office of great worth, Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Egla- And you an officer fit for the place. mour?
There, take the paper, see it be returned; Lic. As of a knight well spoken, neat and fine; Or else return no more into my sight. | But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Luc. To plead for love, deserves more fee than Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
hate. Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so-so. Jul. Will you be gone ? Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlooked the Jul. How now! what means this passion at his
It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Jul. You do not ?
Luc. No, madam, 't is too sharp.
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
Jul. The mean is drowned with your unruly That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
base. And presently, all humble, kiss the rod !
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble When willingly I would have had her here !
me. How angerly I taught my brow to frown, Here is a coil with protestation !When inward joy enforced my heart to smile !
[Tears the letter. My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: And ask remission for my folly past :
You would be fingering them to anger me. What ho! Lucetta !
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be
best pleased Re-enter LUCETTA.
To be so angered with another letter. [Exit. Luc. What would your ladyship?
Jul. Nay, would I were so angered with the Jul. Is it dinner-time?
same! Luc. I would it were;
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Injurious wasps to feed on such sweet honey, And not upon your maid.
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Jul. What is 't you took up so gingerly? I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Luc. Nothing.
Look, here is writ — “kind Julia ;” – unkind Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then ?
I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. And here is writ — “ love-wounded Proteus:"
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Unless it have a false interpreter.
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Till I have found each letter in the letter, Best sing it to the tune of “Light o' love." Except mine own name: that some whirlwind Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
bear Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you And throw it thence into the raging sea ! sing it.
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Jul. And why not you?
“Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, Luc. I cannot reach so high.
To the sweet Julia ;” that I'll tear away;
Thus will I fold them one upon another,