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The Two Gentlemen of Verona

Act IV, Scene 2

Milan. Outside the DUKE's palace, under SILVIA's chamber.
 
[Enter PROTEUS]
 
PROTEUS
         ,    2     ,          ,         ,      ,
      Alrea|dy have I | been false | to Va|lentine
           ,        ,        ,       ,        ,    2 ->
      And now | I must | be as | unjust | to Thu||rio.
       ,    2     ,      ,       ,        ,
      Un|der the co|lor of | commen|ding him,
          ,     ,           ,      ,           ,
      I have | access | my own | love to | prefer:
           ,   3 3    ,      ,           ,          ,
      But Sil|via is too | fair, too*| true, too*| holy,
          ,       ,              ,   ,          ,
      To be | corrup|ted with / my worth|less gifts.
           ,        ,      ,   ,             ,
      When I | protest | true loy/alty | to her,
            ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      She twits | me with | my false|hood* to | my friend;
            ,         ,     ,        ,         ,
      When to | her beau|ty I | commend | my vows,
            ,         ,         ,          ,         ,
      She bids | me think | how I | have been | forsworn
           ,         ,           ,   2    ,        ,
      In brea|king faith | with Ju|lia, whom | I loved;
           ,        ,        ,         ,        ,
      And not|withstan|ding all | her sud|den quips,
            ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      The least | whereof | would quell | a lo|ver's hope:
             ,   2    ,          ,           ,          ,
      Yet (span|iel-like)| the more | she spurns | my love,
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      The more | it grows,| and faw|neth on | her still;
            ,           ,   2    ,      ,         2     ,      2->
      But here | comes^Thu|rio: now | must we | to her win||dow,
            ,          ,        ,      ,        ,
      And give | some^eve|ning mu|sic to | her ear.
 
[Enter THURIO and Musicians]
 
THURIO
           ,         ,    2    ,          ,           x
      How now,| Sir Pro|teus, are | you crept | before us?
 
PROTEUS
       T    Tx    T   2    ,          ,           ,
      Aye gentle Thu|rio: for | you know | that love
             ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      Will creep | in ser|vice where | it can|not go.
 
THURIO
       ,             ,     ,                ,          ,
      Aye, but | I hope,| sir, that | you love | not here.
 
PROTEUS
       ,            ,        ,        ,          ,
      Sir, but | I do:| or else | I would | be hence.
 
THURIO
       ,    ,
      Who, Sil/via?
 
PROTEUS
                          ,   2           ,    ,
                    Aye* Sil|via, for / your sake.
 
THURIO
          ,          ,          ,         ,      ,
      I thank | you for | your own.| Now gen|tlemen,
              ,         ,       ,     ,      ,
      Let's tune,| and to | it lus|tily | awhile.
 
[Enter, at a distance, Host, and JULIA in boy's clothes]
 
HOST
Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholly; I pray you, why is it?
 
JULIA
Marry (mine host) because I cannot be merry.
 
HOST
Come, we'll have you merry: I'll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.
 
JULIA
But shall I hear him speak?
 
HOST
Aye, that you shall.
 
JULIA
That will be music.
 
[Music plays]
HOST
Hark, hark!
 
JULIA
Is he among these?
 
HOST
Aye: but, peace! let's hear 'em.
 
SONG
       ,        ,  2      ,        ,  ->
      Who is | Silvia?| what is | she?
              ,           ,         ,
      That | all our | swains com|mend her?
       ,       ,           ,        ,  ->
      Holy,| fair, and | wise is | she,
               x            ,           ,
      The | heaven such | grace did | lend her,
          ,          ,       ,      __
        That she | might ad|mired | be.
       ,         ,        ,         ,  ->
      Is she | kind as | she is | fair?
              ,        ,            ,
      For | beauty | lives with | kindness:
        ,          ,         ,       ,  ->
      Love doth | to her | eyes re|pair,
             ,         ,         ,
      To | help him | of his | blindness:
             ,        ,        ,         ,
        And be|ing helped,| inha|bits there.
        ,        ,  2     ,         ,  ->
      Then to | Silvia,| let us | sing,
              ,  2     ,     ,
      That | Silvia | is ex|celling;
       ,       ,          ,         ,  ->
      She ex|cels each | mortal | thing
         ,          ,           ,
      U|pon the | dull earth^|dwelling:
         ,        ,        ,          ___
        To her | let us | garlands | bring.
 
HOST
           ,       2     ,        ,          ,        ,
      How now?| Are you sad|der than | you were | before?
           ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
      How do | you, man?| The mu|sic likes | you not.
 
JULIA
         2     ,       2   ,        ,         ,
      You mistake;| the musi|cian likes | me not.
 
HOST
      <- ,          ,         ,
        Why, my || pretty | youth?
 
JULIA
                                          T     T     T
                                   He | plays false (fa|ther).
 
HOST
      <- ,      ,         ,              ,
        How,|| out of | tune on | the strings.
 
JULIA
                                                    ,        ,
                                               Not so:| but yet
           ,         2      ,          ,      ,       ,
      So false | that he grieves | my ve|ry heart-|strings.
 
HOST
      <-         ,        T    T
        You || have a | quick ear.
 
JULIA
                                    T        ,      2       ,
                                   Aye,| I would | I were deaf:
           ,          ,        ,      ,
      It makes | me have | a slow | heart.
 
HOST
      <-         ,               ,    ,        ,
        I | perceive || you de/light not | in mu|sic.
 
JULIA
      <- ,        ,                 ,   , ->
        Not | a whit,|| when it / jars so.
 
HOST
      <-  T     T    T       ,          ,        ,   ->
        Hark, what fine | change is || in the | music.
 
JULIA
       ,             ,              ,
      Aye: that | change is | the spite.
 
HOST
       ,            ,          ,         T   T   T       T  ->
      You would | have them | always | play but one || thing.
 
JULIA
      T   T     ,         ,           ,          T    T   ->
      I would | always | have one | play but || one thing.
       T      T     T   T          ,      ,     ,         ,
      But | host, doth this | Sir Pro||teus,| that we | talk on,
       ,          ,        ,         ,      ,      o
      Often | resort || unto | this gen|tlewo|man?
 
HOST
      <-    ,      ,            ,          T    T   T
        I tell || you what | Launce his | man told me,
      <-     ,           ,        ,     __
        He loved || her out | of all | nick.
 
JULIA
                                              T    T    T
                                            Where is Launce?
 
HOST
Gone to seek his dog; which tomorrow, by his master's command, he must carry for a present to his lady.
 
JULIA
       ___      ,       ,          ,         ,
      Peace,| stand a|side, the | compa|ny parts.
 
PROTEUS
           ,   2     ,         ,        ,         ,
      Sir Thu|rio, fear | not you,| I will | so plead,
            ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      That you | shall say,| my cun|ning drift | excels.
 
THURIO
              ,      
      Where meet | we?
 
PROTEUS
                              ,    ,    2      ,
                       At / Saint Gre|gory's well.
 
THURIO
                                                         ,
                                                   Farewell.
 
[Exeunt THURIO and Musicians. Enter SILVIA above]
 
PROTEUS
       ,           ,      ,         ,     ,
      Madam:| good e|ven to | your la|dyship.
 
SILVIA
          ,          ,          ,       ,      ,
      I thank | you for | your mu|sic (gen|tlemen.
       ,         ,          ___  ->
      Who is | that that | spake?
 
PROTEUS
      ___    ,       ,         ,          T     T      T
      One |(lady)|| if you | knew his | pure heart's truth,
      <- ,             ,         ,          ,         ,        ___
        You would || quickly | learn to | know him | by his | voice.
 
SILVIA
           ,     ,    ,       ,
      Sir Pro|teus,| as I | take it.
 
PROTEUS
      <-     ,      ,    ,        ,      ,          ,
        Sir Pro||teus |(gentle | lady)| and your | servant.
 
SILVIA
        ,             ,
      What's your | will?
 
PROTEUS
                                 ,        ,         ___
                          That | I may | compass | yours.
 
SILVIA
            ,           ,         ,       ,       ,
      You have | your wish:| my will | is e|ven this,
            ,       ,        ,          ,        ,
      That pre|sently | you hie | you home | to bed:
            ,        ,           ,         ,      ,
      Thou sub|tle, per|jured, false,| disloy|al man:
         ,           ,   2       ,        ,       ,
      Thinkst thou | I am so | shallow,| so con|ceitless,
          ,      ,      ,         ,     ,
      To be | sedu|ced by | thy flat|tery,
             ,         ,         ,      ,          ,
      That hast | deceived | so ma|ny with | thy vows?
          ,        ,          ,          ,       ,
      Return,| return | and make | thy love | amends:
           ,               ,    ,          ,         ,
      For me |(by this / pale queen | of night | I swear)
         ,       ,           ,        ,        ,
      I am | so far | from gran|ting thy | request,
           ,       ,       ,               ,         ,
      That I | despise | thee, for | thy wrong|ful suit;
           ,        ,       ,         ,         ,
      And by | and by | intend | to chide | myself,
      ,         2       ,        ,          ,     2     ,
      Even | for this time | I spend | in talk|ing to thee.
 
PROTEUS
          ,             ,        2   ,      ,       ,
      I grant (sweet* love)| that I did | love a | lady,
           ,         ,
      But she | is dead.
 
JULIA [Aside]
                                 ,        ,               x
                        'Twere false,| if I | should speak it;
          ,        ,              ,   ,       o
      For I | am sure | she is / not bur|ied.
 
SILVIA
       ,              ,        ,      ,           ,
      Say that | she be:| yet Va|lentine | thy friend
           ,          ,        ,         ,
      Survives;| to whom (thyself | art wit|ness,
      <- ,     ,     ,             ,          ,        ,
         I || am be|trothed:| and art | thou not | ashamed
           ,            ,         ,     ,    ,
      To wrong | him, with | thy im|portu|nacy?
 
PROTEUS
          ,         ,          ,      ,         ,
      I like|wise^hear | that Va|lentine | is dead.
 
SILVIA
           ,        ,       ,        ,         ,
      And so | suppose | am I;| for in | his grave
          ,         ,         ,        ,
      Assure | thyself | my love | is bur|ied.
 
PROTEUS
      <-  ,       ,      ,         ,         ,         ___
        Sweet || lady,| let me | rake it | from the | earth.
 
SILVIA
       ,   2       ,         ,           T    T     T
      Go to thy | lady's | grave and | call hers thence,
       ,            ,          ,     ,           ,
      Or at | the least,| in hers,| sepul|chre thine.
 
JULIA [Aside]
           ,         ,
      He heard not that.  ????
 
PROTEUS
       ,       ,          ,            ,     ,
      Madam:| if your | heart be | so ob|durate,
        T    T   .  T          ,        ,         ,
      Vouchsafe me^yet | your pic|ture for | my love,
           ,    ,      2       ,        ,          ,
      The pic|ture that is | hanging | in your | chamber;
           ,           ,          ,           ,          ,
      To that | I'll speak,| to that | I'll sigh | and weep:
            ,          ,     ,              ,         ,
      For since | the sub|stance of | your per|fect self
           ,       ,      ,       ,       ,       ->
      Is else | devo|ted, I | am but | a sha||dow;
         2       ,   ,     2     ,     T    T    T
      And to / your sha|dow will I | make true love.
 
JULIA [Aside]
            ,        ,          ,            ,           x
      If 'twere | a sub|stance^you | would sure | deceive it,
            ,        ,        ,           ,  ,
      And make | it but | a shad|ow, as / I am.
 
SILVIA
       2    ,      ,         ,        ,      ,
      I am ve|ry loath | to be | your i|dol sir;
            ,            ,          ,         ,          ,
      But since | your false|hood shall | become | you well
          ,        ,                ,    ,      ,
      To wor|ship sha|dows and a//dore false shapes,
        ,        ,   2       ,         ,           ,
      Send to | me in the | morning,| and I'll | send it:
           ,           ,
      And so,| good* rest.
 
PROTEUS
                                ,               ,   ,
                           As wret|ches have / orenight
             ,         ,   ,       ,         ,
      That wait | for ex|ecu|tion in | the morn.
 
[Exeunt PROTEUS and SILVIA severally]
 
JULIA
        ,               ,
      Host, will | you go?
 
HOST
      <- ,       ,    ,              ,       ,   ->
        By my | hali|dom, I || was fast | asleep.
 
JULIA
        ,          T     T   T      ,     , ->
      Pray you,| where lies Sir || Prote|us?
 
HOST
       ,            T   T      T       ,        ,           T  T   T    oo
      Mar/ry, at | my house. Trust || me, I | think 'tis | almost day.|
 
JULIA
           ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      Not so;| but it | hath been | the long|est night
            ,         ,                  ,   ,     ,
      That ere | I watched | and the / most hea|viest.
 
[Exeunt]

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