Dramatis Perfonæ. D UKE, Father to Silvia. Valentine, Protheus, } the two Gentlemen. Anthonio, Father to Protheus. Thurio, a foolish Rival to Valentine. Out-laws with Valentine. Speed, a clownish Servant to Valentine. Panthion, Servant to Anthonio. Julia, beloved of Protheus. Silvia, beloved of Valentine. Lucetta, Waiting-woman to Julia. THE 25 THE TWO GENTLEMEN O F VERONA. ACTI SCENE I. Enter Valentine and Protheus. VALENTIN E. EASE to perfuade, my loving Protheus; To fee the Wonders of the World abroad, Than, living dully fluggardiz'd at home, Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu; When thou doft meet good Hap; and in thy Danger, VOL. I. F Com Commend thy Grievance to my holy Prayers; Val. And on a Love-book pray for my Success? Pro. That's a deep Story of a deeper Love; For he was more than over Shoes in Love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over Boots in Love, Pro. Over the Boots? Nay, give me not the Boots. Pro. What? Val. To be in Love where Scorn is bought with Groans, Coy Looks, with heart-fore Sighs; one fading Moment's Mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious Nights, If haply won, perhaps an hapless Gain: Pro. So, by your Circumftance, you call me Fool. Methinks fhould not be chronicled for Wise. Val. And Writers fay, as the most forward Bud Fal. Sweet Protheus, no: Now let us take our Leave. Ac At Millan let me hear from thee by Letters [Exit. Pro. All Happiness bechance to thee in Millan. Speed. Sir Protheus, fave you; faw you my Mafter? Pro. Indeed a Sheep doth very often stray, Speed. You conclude that my Master is a Shepherd then, and I a Sheep? Pro. I do. I Speed. Why then my Horns are his Horns, whether E wake or fleep. Pro. A filly Anfwer, and fitting well a Sheep. Speed. This proves me ftill a Sheep. Pro. True; and thy Mafter a Shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a Circumftance. Pro. It fhall go hard but I'll prove it by another. Speed. The Shepherd feeks the Sheep, and not the Sheep the Shepherd; but I feek my Mafter, and my Mafter feeks not me; therefore I am no Sheep. Pro. The Sheep for Fodder follow the Shepherd, the Shepherd for Food follows not the Sheep; thou for Wages followeft thy Mafter, thy Mafter for Wages follows not thee; therefore thou art a Sheep. Speed. Such another Proof will make me cry Baâ. Pro. But doft thou hear? gaveft thou my Letter to Julia ? Speed. Ay, Sir; I, a loft-Mutton, gave your Letter to her, a lac'd-Mutton; and fhe, a lac'd-Mutton, gave me, a loft-Mutton, nothing for my Labour. F 2 Proc |