THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. SPEED, a clownish scrvant to ValVALENTINE, the two Gentlemen.

entine. PROTEUS, }

LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.
THURI?, a foolish rival to Valentine,
EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her JULIA, beloved of Proteus.
escape.

SILVIA, beloved of Valentine.
Ilost, where Julia lodges,

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia. OUTLAWS, with Valentine.

Servants, Musicians.

SCENE- Verona ; Milan; the frontiers of Mantua.

ACT I.

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SCENE 1. Verona. An open place.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus :
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu !
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest
Some rare rote-worthy object in thy travel :.
Wish me partaker in thy happiness
When thou dost meet good liap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beademan, Valeniine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success ?
Pro. Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.

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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;
For lie was more than over slioes in love.

Val. 'Tis true ; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swum the Hellespont.
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.
Pro.

What?
Val. To be in love, when scorn is bought with groans ;
Coy looks with heart-sore siglis ; one fading moment's mirth
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights :
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain ;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at : I am not Love.

Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool,

40 Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime
And all the fair effects of future hopes.

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But wherefore waste I time to counsel theo
That art a votary to fond desire ?
Once more adieu ! my father at the road
Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Proteus, no ; now let us take our leave.
To Milan let me hear from thee by letters
Of tliv success in love and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend ;
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan !

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,
War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master! 70

Pro. But now he parted Lence, to eni bark for Milan.
I Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,
And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed, a sheep 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 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.”
Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia ?

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. [First nodding] Ay.
Pro. Nod-Ay-why, that's noddy.

Speed. You mistook, sir ; I say, she did nod ; and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, “Ay."

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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 ?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine ; 10

But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentie Proteus ?
Lue. Lord, Lord ! to see what folly reigns in us !
Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam : 'tis a passing shame
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why, not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. Then thus : of many good I think him best.
Jul. Your reason?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ;
I think him so because I think him so.

Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.
Jul. Why he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.
Luc. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shows his love but smali.
Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. 30
Jul. They do not love that do not show their love.
Luc. O, they love least that let men know their love.
Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. “To Julia.” Say, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will show.
Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro-

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!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper : see it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than liate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?
Luc.

That you may ruminate. [Exit.
Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter : 50
'It were a shame to call her back again
And pray lier to a fault for which I chid her.
What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view !
Since maids, in modesty, say “no” to that