The Two Gentlemen of Verona

Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.

Once more adieu.

He after honor hunts, I after love.

He leaves his friends to dignify them more,

Thou, Julia, thou has metamorphosed me,

made me neglect my studies, lose my time,

Sir Proteus, save you!

Aye.

Aye, why that's noddy.

Here is for your pains.

I must go send some better messenger.

I fear my Julia would not deign my lines

of the gentle Proteus?

Peruse this paper, madam.

To Julia, say from whom?

That the contents will show.

Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines?

And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter.

It were a shame to call her back again

What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid,

Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love.

That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse

My penance is to call Lucetta back

What ho, Lucetta?

What would your ladyship?

How now minion!

Keep tun there still, so you shall sing it out!

Go get you gone and let the papers lie

Nay would I were so angered with the same!

Oh hateful hands!

To tear such loving words!

Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey

I'll kiss each several papers for amends.

kind Julia.

Unkind Julia!

As in revenge of thy ingratitude

And here is writ, love-wounded Proteus.

Poor wounded name!

My bosom as a bed shall lodge thee

But twice or thrice was Proteus written down.

Poor forlorn Proteus.

Passionate Proteus.

To the sweet Julia, that I'll tear away.

And yet I will not, sith so prettily

he couples it to his complaining names.

Thus will I fold them one upon another.

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will!

Madam.

Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

I see you have month's mind to them.

Tell me, Pathino,

what sad talk was that

to let him spend his time no more at home,

Sweet lines!

Here is her hand, the agent of her heart.

Tis a word or two of commendations

My good lord, I cannot be so soon provided!

Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning.

I feared to show my father Julia's letter,

Oh how this spring of love resembleth

And yet a thousand times it answers no.

? Come live with me and be my love

? That hills and valleys dales and keels

? Woods or steepy mountain yields

? When to her lute Carrinia sing

? But when she doth of morning speak

Sir, your glove!

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!

Oh excellent motion!

He should give her interest, and she gives it him!

As you enjoined me, I have writ your letter

I thank you gentle servant, tis very clerkly done.

A pretty period.

And yet I care not, and yet take this again.

And yet I thank you,

Yes.

The lines are very quaintly writ,

Madam, they are for you.

Aye.

Aye, you write them sir, at my request,

If it please me madam, what then?

And so good morrow, servant.

Oh jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible

I would I were no worse.

Have patience, gentle Julia.

Why then, we'll make an exchange here, take you this.

Here is my hand for my true constancy.

What, gone without a word?

Alas, this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

Nay twill be this hour ere I have done weeping.

My mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying,

Yet did not this cruel hearted cur shed one tear,

Why a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting.

No, no, this left show is my mother.

And I am the dog, no the dog is himself and I am the dog.

Why there is is, my mother's breath up and down.

Now come I to my sister!

Now the dog all this while

They master is shipped and thou art to post after with oars.

Well I will go.

Servant!

Now daughter Silvia,

Aye my good lord, I know the gentleman

This is the gentleman I told your ladyship

They say that Love hath not an eye at all.

Welcome dear Proteus!

Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.

Once more new servant, welcome.

I have done penance for contemning Love,

with all the cunning manner of our flight,

Even as one heat another heat expels,

or as one nail by strength drives out another,

so the remembrance of my former love

Is it my mind,

or Valentine's praise?

Her true perfection,

That I did love.

For now my love is thawed.

and that's the reason I love him so little.

If I can check my erring love, I will.

If not,

to compass her I'll use my skill.

He he say no, it will.

To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn.

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn.

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn.

Love bade me swear

and Love bids me forswear.

Oh sweet suggesting Love,

if thou hast sinned, teach me,

but now I worship a celestial sun.

Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken.

Oh fie, fie,

unreverend tongue!

whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferred

I cannot leave to love,

and yet I do.

But there I leave to love where I should love.

If I keep them,

I needs must lose myself.

If I lose them, thus find I by their loss

for Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia.

I to myself am dearer than a friend,

witness Heaven that made her fair!

I will forget that Julia is alive,

and remembering that my love to her is dead.

This night he meaneth with a corded ladder

Now presently I'll give her father notice

Love,

lend me wings to make my purpose swift.

As thou has lent me wit to plot this drift.

Counsel Lucetta, gentle girl assist me.

And even in kind love I do conjure thee

a journey to my loving Proteus.

But in what habit will you go along?

Well not like a woman,

an ocean of his tears,

his love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,

And presently go with me to my chamber,

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

Sir Thurio give us leave, I pray a while.

Now tell me Proteus,

But when I call to mind your gracious favors

this night intends to steal away your daughter.

I know you have determined to bestow her

Proteus,

I thank thee for thine honest care.

This love of theirs myself I have often seen,

and so unworthily disgrace the man,

And that thou mayest perceive my fear of this,

Sir Valentine!

Stay with me a while.

I am to break with thee of some affairs

Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought

she is peevish, sullen, froward.

Neither regarding that she is my child,

but she is nice and coy and nought esteems my aged eloquence

though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.

Quaintly made of cords.

A cloak as long as thing will serve the turn?

Ah, what letter is this same?

What's here?

To Silvia.

And here's an engine, fit for my proceeding.

My thoughts do harbor with my Silvia nightly.

I curse myself, for they are sent by me,

that they should harbor where their lord should be.

I will enfranchise thee.

It is so, and here's the ladder for the purpose.

Why Phaeton, for thou art Merops' son,

wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car

Overweening slave!

make speed from hence.

And why not death,

And Silvia is myself, banished from her

is self from self.

A deadly banishment.

What light is light,

if Silvia be not seen?

Unless is be to think that she is by,