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THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. SPEED, a clownish scrvant to ValVALENTINE, the two Gentlemen.
entine. PROTEUS, }
LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.
SILVIA, beloved of Valentine.
LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia. OUTLAWS, with Valentine.
SCENE- Verona ; Milan; the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE 1. Verona. An open place.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu !
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success ?
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Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love : 20 How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;
Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
40 Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no ; now let us take our leave.
60 Val. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. [Exit.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love : He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends and all, for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Pro. But now he parted Lence, to eni bark for Milan.
Pro. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
and I a sheep? Pro. I do. Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.
80 Pro. A silly answer and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard but i'll prove it by another.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore I am no sheep.
91 Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd ; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master ; thy master for wages follows not thee : therefore thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry“ baa.”
Speed. Ay, sir : I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro. Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.
Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for car. rying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound,-a rinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin ! fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Pro. But what said she?
Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say, she did nod ; and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, “Ay."
Pro. And that set together is noddy.
122 Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no ; you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly ; having nothing but the word “ noddy" for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : what said she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she ? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. 141 Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter : and being so hard to me that brought your inind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What said she? nothing?
150 Speed. No, not so much as • Take this for thy pains.” To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Which cannot perish having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore. [Exit Speed. I must go send some better messenger : I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
160 Receiving them from such a worthless post.
[Erit SCENE II. The same. Garden of JULIA's house.
Entor JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Jul. Why, not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ;
Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ?
teus. He would have given it you ; but I, being in the way, Did in vour name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. 40
Jui. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than liate.
That you may ruminate. [Exit.