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The Two Gentlemen of Verona

Act II, Scene 4

Milan. The DUKE's palace.
 
[Enter SILVIA, VALENTINE, THURIO, and SPEED]
 
SILVIA
Servant!
 
VALENTINE
Mistress?
 
SPEED
Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
 
VALENTINE
Aye, boy, it's for love.
 
SPEED
Not of you.
 
VALENTINE
Of my mistress, then.
 
SPEED
'Twere good you knocked him.
 
[Exit]
 
SILVIA
Servant, you are sad.
 
VALENTINE
Indeed, madam, I seem so.
 
THURIO
Seem you that you are not?
 
VALENTINE
Haply I do.
 
THURIO
So do counterfeits.
 
VALENTINE
So do you.
 
THURIO
What seem I that I am not?
 
VALENTINE
Wise.
 
THURIO
What instance of the contrary?
 
VALENTINE
Your folly.
 
THURIO
And how quote you my folly?
 
VALENTINE
I quote it in your jerkin.
 
THURIO
My jerkin is a doublet.
 
VALENTINE
Well, then, I'll double your folly.
 
THURIO
How?
 
SILVIA
What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change color?
 
VALENTINE
Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon.
 
THURIO
That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your air.
 
VALENTINE
You have said, sir.
 
THURIO
Aye, sir, and done too, for this time.
 
VALENTINE
I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
 
SILVIA
A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
 
VALENTINE
'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
 
SILVIA
Who is that, servant?
 
VALENTINE
Yourself (sweet lady) for you gave the fire, Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks, and spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
 
THURIO
Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
 
VALENTINE
          ,         ,          ,      ,        ,  ,            ___
      I know | it well | sir; you | have an | excheq/uer of | words,
       ,        ,         ,         ,             ,          ,      ,
      And I | think, no | other | treasure | to give | your fol|lowers, (sep with prev)
           ,       ,                  ,   ,     ,
      For it | appears | by their / bare li|veries
        ,           ,         T    T    T
      That they | live by | your bare words.
 
SILVIA
      <-     ,       ,   2          ,           ,         ,      o
        No more,|| gentlemen,| no more:| Here comes | my fa|ther.
 
[Enter DUKE]
 
DUKE
       T     T   .   T   2    ,          ,       ,
      Now, daughter Sil|via, you | are hard | beset.
           ,      ,          ,               ,     ,
      Sir Va|lentine,| your fa|ther's in / good health,
            ,         ,      ,        ,            ,
      What say | you to | a let|ter from | your friends
       .   T    T    T
      Of much good news?
 
VALENTINE
                              ,    ,     2       ,
                         My lord,| I will be | thankful,
         ,     ,      ,      ,            ,
      To a|ny hap|py mes|senger | from thence.
 
DUKE
        ,        ,      ,   ,           ,    2
      Know ye | Don An|toni|o, your | countryman?
 
VALENTINE
       ,                ,        ,         ,      ,
      Aye, my | good* lord,| I know | the gen|tleman
          ,        ,          ,       ,    ,      2->
      To be | of worth | and wor|thy es|tima||tion
           ,         ,        ,         ,       ,      ->
      And not | without | desert | so well | repu||ted.
 
DUKE
        ,        ,       ,
      Hath | he not | a son?  (pickup after)
 
VALENTINE
       ,                ,       ,           ,         ,
      Aye, my | good* lord,| a son,| that well | deserves
           ,      ,        ,         ,       ,      2->
      The ho|nor and | regard | of such | a fa||ther.
 
DUKE
            ,          ,
      You know | him well?  (pickup from before)
 
VALENTINE
          ,         ,       ,          ,         ,     ,
      I know | him as | myself;| for from | our in|fancy (hex with next)
           ,          ,           ,           ,        ,      o
      We have | conversed | and spent | our hours | toge|ther:
             ,         ,           ,       ,        x
      And though | myself | have been | an i|dle truant,
        ,               ,    ,    ,         ,
      Omit|ting the / sweet be|nefit | of time
            ,           ,          ,       ,        ,
      To clothe | mine^age | with an|gel-like | perfection, ????
            ,         ,     ,          ,           ,
      Yet hath | Sir Pro|teus,| for that's | his name,
            ,          ,       ,        ,         ,
      Made^use,| and fair | advan|tage of | his days:
            ,           ,      ,           ,   2     ,
      His years | but young,| but his | expe|rience old:
            ,       ,          ,          ,         ,
      His head | unmel|lowed, but | his judg|ment ripe;
           ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      And in | a word |(for far | behind | his worth
             ,          ,        ,       ,        ,
      Comes all | the prai|ses that | I now | bestow,
       ,           ,         ,        ,         ,
      He is | complete | in fea|ture and | in mind
            ,            ,          ,        ,      ,
      With all | good* grace | to grace | a gen|tleman.
 
DUKE
          ,         ,         ,        ,           ,
      Beshrew | me sir,| but if | he make | this good
          ,       ,       ,        ,          ,
      He is | as wor|thy for | an em|press' love,
           ,        ,       ,   2       ,      ,
      As meet | to be | an em|peror's coun|sellor.
        T    T     T     ,    2          ,        ,
      Well, sir: this | gentleman | is come | to me
            ,      ,               ,    ,      ,
      With com|menda|tion from / great po|tentates,
            ,         ,          ,           ,       ,
      And here | he means | to spend | his time | awhile,
          ,          ,      ,         ,        ,
      I think |'tis no | unwel|come news | to you.
 
VALENTINE
             ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      Should^I | have wished | a thing,| it had | been he.
 
DUKE
       ,              ,       ,        ,         ,
      Welcome | him then | accor|ding to | his worth.
       ,  3  3      ,         ,          ,          ,  2
      Silvia, I | speak to | you, and | you, Sir | Thurio;
           ,      ,        ,          ,          x
      For Va|lentine,| I need | not cite | him to it:
       2       ,         ,       ,        ,       ,
      I will send | him hi|ther to | you pre|sently.
 
[Exit]
 
VALENTINE
        ,    2       ,    2         ,          ,     ,
      This is the | gentleman | I told | your la|dyship
            ,       ,          ,    ,      2       ,
      Had come | along | with me,| but that his | mistress
            ,          ,       ,              ,        ,
      Did hold | his eyes | locked in | her crys|tal looks.
 
SILVIA
          ,          ,          ,        ,     ,
      Belike | that now | she hath | enfran|chised them
        ,         ,        ,          ,
      Upon | some o|ther pawn | for feal|ty.
 
VALENTINE
      <- ,       ,         ,           ,            ,          ,
        Nay || sure, I | think she | holds them | priso|ners still.
 
SILVIA
       ,          ,               ,          ,       ,
      Nay then | he should | be blind,| and be|ing blind
       ,              ,         ,     .   T   T   T
      How could | he see | his way | to seek out you?
 
VALENTINE
           ,       ,           ,       ,         ,
      Why la|dy, Love | hath twen|ty pair | of eyes.
 
THURIO
            ,           ,          ,        ,        ,
      They say | that Love | hath not | an eye | at all.
 
VALENTINE
          ,          ,        ,   2    ,         ,
      To see | such lo|vers, Thu|rio, as | yourself,
        ,        ,      ,         ,          ,
      Upon | a home|ly ob|ject, love | can wink.
 
SILVIA
        T    T     T      ,            ,          ,    2
      Have done, have | done; here | comes the | gentleman.
 
[Exit THURIO. Enter PROTEUS]
 
VALENTINE
       ,               ,    2    ,         ,       ,         2->
      Welcome,| dear* Pro|teus: mis|tress, I | beseech || you
           ,         ,          ,          ,        ,     2->
      Confirm | his wel|come, with | some spe|cial fa||vor.
 
SILVIA
            ,         ,      3   3     ,        ,       o
      His worth | is war|rant for his wel|come hi|ther,
           ,        ,        ,            ,          ,          ->
      If this | be he | you oft | have wished | to hear || from.
 
VALENTINE
       ,           x             ,      ,      ,        2->
      Mis|tress, it is:| sweet* la|dy, en|tertain || him
          ,       ,       ,      3  3      ,     ,
      To be | my fel|low-ser|vant to your la|dyship.
 
SILVIA
           ,       ,    ,      2       ,       ,
      Too low | a mis|tress for so | high a | servant.
 
PROTEUS
           ,           ,    2     ,      ,       ,
      Not so,| sweet* la|dy, but too | mean a | servant
           ,        ,         ,       ,       ,        2->
      To have | a look | of such | a wor|thy mis|tress.
 
VALENTINE
             ,          ,         ,    ,    ,
      Leave^off | discourse | of dis|abi|lity:
              ,      ,      ,     ,     2        ,
      Sweet* la|dy, en|tertain | him for your | servant.
 
PROTEUS
          ,      ,        ,          ,         ,
      My du|ty will | I boast | of, no|thing else.
 
SILVIA
           ,     ,      ,          ,          ,
      And du|ty ne|ver yet | did want | his meed.
       ,           2     ,    ,    2      ,          ,
      Servant,| you are wel|come to a | worthless | mistress.
 
PROTEUS
            ,        ,           ,        ,          ,
      I'll die | on him | that says | so but | yourself.
 
SILVIA
            ,         ,        o
      That you | are wel|come?
 
PROTEUS
            ,          ,         o
      That you | are worth|less.    (tri with prev)
 
[Re-enter THURIO]
 
THURIO
       ,           ,          ,     2        ,           ,
      Madam,| my lord | your fa|ther would speak | with you.
 
SILVIA
          ,      ,          ,          ,         ,    2  ->
      I wait | upon | his plea|sure: Come | Sir Thu||rio,
       ,         ,          ,         ,        ,        ->
      Go | with me:| once^more,| new ser|vant wel||come;
        ,       ,          2    ,         ,         ,
      I'll | leave you | to confer | of home | affairs,
            ,           ,         ,         ,          ,
      When you | have done,| we look | to hear | from you.
 
PROTEUS
              ,        ,      ,          ,     ,
      We'll both | attend | upon | your la|dyship.
 
[Exeunt SILVIA and THURIO]
 
VALENTINE
            ,         ,        ,            ,           ,
      Now tell | me: how | do all | from whence | you came?
 
PROTEUS
              ,            ,          ,           ,        ,      2->
      Your friends | are well,| and have | them much | commen||ded.
 
VALENTINE
           ,         ,
      And how | do yours?
 
PROTEUS
                              ,          ,          ,
                          I left | them all | in health.
 
VALENTINE
            ,          ,      ,           ,             ,
      How does | your la|dy? And | how thrives | your love?
 
PROTEUS
           ,          ,           ,        ,      ,
      My tales | of love | were wont | to wea|ry you,
          ,         ,     ,           ,          ,
      I know | you joy | not in | a love | discourse.
 
VALENTINE
       ,   ,    2                ,        ,        ,
      Aye Pro/teus, but | that life | is al|tered now,
                 ,   ,        ,        ,         ,
      I have / done pen|ance for | contem|ning Love,
              ,       ,   2       ,            ,         ,
      Whose high | impe|rious thoughts | have pu|nished me
            ,        ,           ,    ,          ,
      With bit|ter fasts,| with pe|niten|tial groans,
             ,        ,          ,   .   T     T    T
      With night|ly tears | and dai|ly heart-sore sighs;
           ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      For in | revenge | of my | contempt | of love,
        ,            T     T     T           ,         ,
      Love hath | chased sleep from | my enthral|led eyes,
            ,          ,          2       ,     ,       ,
      And made | them wat|chers of mine^|own heart's | sorrow.
         ,       ,    2      ,         ,       ,
      O gen|tle Pro|teus, Love's | a migh|ty lord,
                  ,  ,        ,      ,        ,
      And hath / so hum|bled me,| as I | confess
             ,       ,        ,        ,        o
      There is | no woe | to his | correc|tion,
       ,            ,         ,         ,         ,
      Nor to | his ser|vice, no | such joy | on earth:
       ,             ,          ,        ,        ,
      Now, no | discourse,| except | it be | of love;
       ,     2      ,          T     T    T          ,
      Now can I | break my | fast, dine, sup | and sleep,
         ,        ,     ,       ,         ,
      Upon | the ve|ry na|ked name | of love.
 
PROTEUS
         ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Enough;| I read | your for|tune in | your eye:
            ,        ,        ,         ,        ,
      Was this | the i|dol, that | you wor|ship so?
 
VALENTINE
             ,         ,        ,         x        ,
      Eene* she;| and is | she not | a heaven|ly saint?
 
PROTEUS
       ,             ,        ,       ,    ,
      No; but | she is | an earth|ly pa|ragon.
 
VALENTINE
        ,            ,
      Call her | divine.
 
PROTEUS
                            ,          ,       ,
                        I will | not flat|ter her.
 
VALENTINE
          ,       ,         ,         ,          ,      ->
      O flat|ter me:| for love | delights | in prai||ses.
 
PROTEUS
        ,     2      ,          ,        ,        ,
      When | I was sick,| you gave | me bit|ter pills,
          ,         ,     ,          ,        ,
      And I | must mi|nister | the like | to you.
 
VALENTINE
             ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Then speak | the truth | by her;| if not | divine,
           ,         ,       ,     ,    ,
      Yet let | her be | a prin|cipa|lity,
       ,              ,          ,         ,         ,
      Sovereign | to all | the crea|tures on | the earth.
 
PROTEUS
          ,        ,
      Except | my mis|tress.
 
VALENTINE
                              ,         ,        ,    2->
                            Sweet:| except | not^a||ny,
          ,           ,        ,        ,          ,
      Except | thou wilt | except | against | my love.
 
PROTEUS
           ,        ,       ,       ,          ,
      Have I | not rea|son to | prefer | mine^own?
 
VALENTINE
          ,          ,          ,       ,         ,
      And I | will help | thee to | prefer | her too:
       ,       2      ,      ,                ,     ,
      She shall be | digni|fied with | this high | honor,
           ,        ,        ,                  ,    ,
      To bear | my la|dy's train,| lest the / base earth
               ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      Should from | her ves|ture chance | to steal | a kiss
           ,        ,        ,      ,         ,
      And of | so great | a fa|vor gro|wing proud,
           ,         ,         ,        ,          x
      Disdain | to root | the sum|mer-swel|ling flower,
       .    T    T    T      ,     ,       ,
      And make rough win|ter e|verlas|tingly.
 
PROTEUS
           ,      ,           ,      ,   2     ,
      Why Va|lentine,| what brag|gardi|sm is this?
 
VALENTINE
       ,    2      ,   2     ,       ,        ,
      Pardon me |(Proteus)| all I | can is | nothing
          ,            ,           ,       ,         ,        ->
      To her | whose^worth | makes^o|ther wor|thies no||thing;
       ,           ,
      She | is a/lone.
 
PROTEUS
                        ,     ,           ,
                      Then | let her | alone.
 
VALENTINE
       ,              ,          ,         ,         ,
      Not for | the world:| why man,| she is | mine^own,
          ,        ,        ,        ,        x
      And I | as rich | in ha|ving such | a jewel
           ,       ,        ,            ,           ,
      As twen|ty seas,| if all | their sand | were pearl,
           ,      ,                   ,     ,    ,
      The wa|ter nec|tar and the // rocks pure gold.
           ,          ,       ,         ,          ,
      Forgive | me, that | I do | not dream | on thee,
          ,            ,          ,      ,         ,
      Because | thou seest | me dote | upon | my love:
          ,        ,       ,         ,        ,
      My foo|lish ri|val that | her fa|ther likes
        ,      ,            ,       2     ,     ,
      (Only | for his | posses|sions are so | huge)
      <-        ,          ,      ,         ,         ,
        Is || gone with | her a|long, and | I must | after,
            ,            ,          ,        ,      ,
      For love,| thou knowst,| is full | of jea|lousy.
 
PROTEUS
           ,      T    T  ->
      But she | loves you?
 
VALENTINE
       T     ,        ,       ,         T    T    T     ,         __
      Aye,| and we | are be||trothed:| nay more, our | marriage-|hour,
            ,         ,        ,       ,          ,
      With all | the cun|ning man|ner of | our flight
         ,         ,    ,   2         ,          ,
      Deter|mined of:| how I must | climb her | window,
           ,        ,         ,          ,          ,
      The lad|der made | of cords,| and all | the means
       ,           2   ,         ,        ,      ,
      Plotted,| and agreed | on for | my hap|piness.
             ,     ,        ,     ,   2       ,
      Good* Pro|teus | go^with | me to my | chamber,
       ,      2     ,         ,         ,          ,
      In these^af|fairs to | aid me | with thy | counsel.
 
PROTEUS
          ,       ,    ,             ,           ,
      Go on | before:| I shall | inquire | you forth:
          ,       ,         ,        ,      ,
      I must | unto | the road,| to dis|embark
            ,     ,        ,        ,           ,
      Some ne|cessa|ries that | I needs | must^use,
            ,          ,       ,       ,         o
      And then | I'll pre|sently | attend | you.
 
VALENTINE
            ,           ,
      Will you | make^haste?
 
PROTEUS
                                 ,    oo
                             I will.|
      <- ,           ,      ,     ,         ,      __
         Even || as one | heat a|nother | heat ex|pels,
        2    ,      ,            ,             ,     ,
      Or as one | nail, by | strength drives^|out a|nother,
       ,          ,          ,       ,        ,
      So the | remem|brance^of | my for|mer love
       ,   2     ,       ,         ,        ,
      Is by a | newer | object | quite for|gotten,
       ,        ,         ,      T       T
      Is it | mine, or | Valen|tine's praise?
      <- T       ,       ,            ,     ,           ,
        Her || true per|fection,| or my | false trans|gression?
             ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      That makes | me rea|sonless | to rea|son thus?
       ,         ,          ,       ,  2       2    ,
      She is | fair: and | so is | Julia | that I love,
            ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      (That I | did love,| for now | my love | is thawed,
              ,       ,     ,     2    ,         ,
      Which like | a wax|en i|mage against | a fire
             ,       ,        ,         ,         ,
      Bears^no | impres|sion of | the thing | it was.)
           ,          ,        ,      ,         ,
      Methinks | my zeal | to Va|lentine | is cold,
            ,        ,         ,       ,         ,
      And that | I love | him not | as I | was wont:
      ,     2      ,         ,      T   T    T
      O, but I | love his | lady | too too much,
             ,          ,     2    ,         ,    ,
      And that's | the rea|son I love | him so | little.
       ,              ,        ,           ,        ,
      How shall | I dote | on her | with more | advice,
             ,         ,        ,       ,                   ->
      That thus | without | advice | begin | to love || her?
        ,     ,         ,        ,         ,        ,  ->
      'Tis | but her | picture | I have | yet be||held,
              ,          ,            ,          ,
      And | that hath | dazzled | my rea|son's light:
       T    T  T     ,        ,       ,
      But when I | look on | her per|fections,
             ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      There is | no rea|son, but | I shall | be blind.
         ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      If I | can check | my er|ring love,| I will,
          ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      If not,| to com|pass her | I'll use | my skill.
 
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