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Valentine: Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
Valentine: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Valentine: Were ’t not affection chains thy tender days
Valentine: To the sweet glances of thy honored love,
Valentine: I rather would entreat thy company
Valentine: To see the wonders of the world abroad
Valentine: Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Valentine: Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Valentine: But since thou lov’st, love still and thrive therein,
Valentine: Even as I would when I to love begin.
Valentine: And on a love-book pray for my success?
Valentine: That’s on some shallow story of deep love,
Valentine: How young Leander crossed the Hellespont.
Valentine: ’Tis true, for you are over boots in love,
Valentine: And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Valentine: No, I will not, for it boots thee not.
Valentine: To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans,
Valentine: Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment’s mirth
Valentine: With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;
Valentine: If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
Valentine: If lost, why then a grievous labor won;
Valentine: How ever, but a folly bought with wit,
Valentine: Or else a wit by folly vanquishèd.
Valentine: So, by your circumstance, I fear you’ll prove.
Valentine: Love is your master, for he masters you;
Valentine: And he that is so yokèd by a fool
Valentine: Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Valentine: And writers say: as the most forward bud
Valentine: Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Valentine: Even so by love the young and tender wit
Valentine: Is turned to folly, blasting in the bud,
Valentine: Losing his verdure, even in the prime,
Valentine: And all the fair effects of future hopes.
Valentine: But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee
Valentine: That art a votary to fond desire?
Valentine: Once more adieu. My father at the road
Valentine: Expects my coming, there to see me shipped.
Valentine: Sweet Proteus, no. Now let us take our leave.
Valentine: To Milan let me hear from thee by letters
Valentine: Of thy success in love, and what news else
Valentine: Betideth here in absence of thy friend.
Valentine: And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
Valentine: As much to you at home. And so farewell.
Valentine: Not mine. My gloves are on.
Valentine: Ha? Let me see. Ay, give it me, it’s mine.
Valentine: Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
Valentine: Ah, Sylvia, Sylvia!
Valentine: How now, sirrah?
Valentine: Why, sir, who bade you call her?
Valentine: Well, you’ll still be too forward.
Valentine: Go to, sir. Tell me, do you know Madam Sylvia?
Valentine: Why, how know you that I am in love?
Valentine: Are all these things perceived in me?
Valentine: Without me? They cannot.
Valentine: But tell me, dost thou know my Lady Sylvia?
Valentine: Hast thou observed that? Even she I mean.
Valentine: Dost thou know her by my gazing on her and yet know’st her not?
Valentine: Not so fair, boy, as well-favored.
Valentine: What dost thou know?
Valentine: I mean that her beauty is exquisite but her favor infinite.
Valentine: How painted? And how out of count?
Valentine: How esteem’st thou me? I account of her beauty.
Valentine: How long hath she been deformed?
Valentine: I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful.
Valentine: Why?
Valentine: What should I see then?
Valentine: Belike, boy, then you are in love, for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
Valentine: In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
Valentine: Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves.
Valentine: I have.
Valentine: No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace, here she comes.
Valentine: Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
Valentine: As you enjoined me, I have writ your letter
Valentine: Unto the secret, nameless friend of yours,
Valentine: Which I was much unwilling to proceed in
Valentine: But for my duty to your Ladyship.
Valentine: Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off,
Valentine: For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
Valentine: I writ at random, very doubtfully.
Valentine: No, madam. So it stead you, I will write,
Valentine: Please you command, a thousand times as much,
Valentine: And yet—
Valentine: What means your Ladyship? Do you not like it?
Valentine: Madam, they are for you.
Valentine: Please you, I’ll write your Ladyship another.
Valentine: If it please me, madam? What then?
Valentine: How now, sir? What, are you reasoning with yourself?
Valentine: To do what?
Valentine: To whom?
Valentine: What figure?
Valentine: Why, she hath not writ to me!
Valentine: No, believe me.
Valentine: She gave me none, except an angry word.
Valentine: That’s the letter I writ to her friend.
Valentine: I would it were no worse.
Valentine: I have dined.
Valentine: Mistress?
Valentine: Ay, boy, it’s for love.
Valentine: Of my mistress, then.
Valentine: Indeed, madam, I seem so.
Valentine: Haply I do.
Valentine: So do you.
Valentine: Wise.
Valentine: Your folly.
Valentine: I quote it in your jerkin.
Valentine: Well, then, I’ll double your folly.
Valentine: Give him leave, madam. He is a kind of chameleon.
Valentine: You have said, sir.
Valentine: I know it well, sir. You always end ere you begin.
Valentine: ’Tis indeed, madam. We thank the giver.
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.
Valentine: I know it well, sir. You have an exchequer of words and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers, for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words.
Valentine: My lord, I will be thankful
Valentine: To any happy messenger from thence.
Valentine: Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
Valentine: To be of worth and worthy estimation,
Valentine: And not without desert so well reputed.
Valentine: Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves
Valentine: The honor and regard of such a father.
Valentine: I knew him as myself, for from our infancy
Valentine: We have conversed and spent our hours together,
Valentine: And though myself have been an idle truant,
Valentine: Omitting the sweet benefit of time
Valentine: To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
Valentine: Yet hath Sir Proteus— for that’s his name—
Valentine: Made use and fair advantage of his days:
Valentine: His years but young, but his experience old;
Valentine: His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe;
Valentine: And in a word— for far behind his worth
Valentine: Comes all the praises that I now bestow—
Valentine: He is complete in feature and in mind,
Valentine: With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
Valentine: Should I have wished a thing, it had been he.
Valentine: This is the gentleman I told your Ladyship
Valentine: Had come along with me but that his mistress
Valentine: Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.
Valentine: Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
Valentine: Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes.
Valentine: To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself.
Valentine: Upon a homely object, Love can wink.
Valentine: Welcome, dear Proteus.— Mistress, I beseech you
Valentine: Confirm his welcome with some special favor.
Valentine: Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him
Valentine: To be my fellow-servant to your Ladyship.
Valentine: Leave off discourse of disability.
Valentine: Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
Valentine: Now tell me, how do all from whence you came?
Valentine: And how do yours?
Valentine: How does your lady? And how thrives your love?
Valentine: Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now.
Valentine: I have done penance for contemning Love,
Valentine: Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me
Valentine: With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
Valentine: With nightly tears, and daily heartsore sighs,
Valentine: For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Valentine: Love hath chased sleep from my enthrallèd eyes
Valentine: And made them watchers of mine own heart’s sorrow.
Valentine: O gentle Proteus, Love’s a mighty lord
Valentine: And hath so humbled me as I confess
Valentine: There is no woe to his correction,
Valentine: Nor, to his service, no such joy on Earth.
Valentine: Now, no discourse except it be of love.
Valentine: Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep
Valentine: Upon the very naked name of Love.
Valentine: Even she. And is she not a heavenly saint?
Valentine: Call her divine.
Valentine: O, flatter me, for love delights in praises.
Valentine: Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
Valentine: Yet let her be a principality,
Valentine: Sovereign to all the creatures on the Earth.
Valentine: Sweet, except not any,
Valentine: Except thou wilt except against my love.
Valentine: And I will help thee to prefer her too:
Valentine: She shall be dignified with this high honor—
Valentine: To bear my lady’s train, lest the base earth
Valentine: Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss
Valentine: And, of so great a favor growing proud,
Valentine: Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
Valentine: And make rough winter everlastingly.
Valentine: Pardon me, Proteus, all I can is nothing
Valentine: To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing.
Valentine: She is alone—
Valentine: Not for the world! Why, man, she is mine own,
Valentine: And I as rich in having such a jewel
Valentine: As twenty seas if all their sand were pearl,
Valentine: The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Valentine: Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,
Valentine: Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
Valentine: My foolish rival, that her father likes
Valentine: Only for his possessions are so huge,
Valentine: Is gone with her along, and I must after,
Valentine: For love, thou know’st, is full of jealousy.
Valentine: Ay, and we are betrothed; nay more, our marriage hour,
Valentine: With all the cunning manner of our flight
Valentine: Determined of: how I must climb her window,
Valentine: The ladder made of cords, and all the means
Valentine: Plotted and ’greed on for my happiness.
Valentine: Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
Valentine: In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
Valentine: Will you make haste?
Valentine: Please it your Grace, there is a messenger
Valentine: That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
Valentine: And I am going to deliver them.
Valentine: The tenor of them doth but signify
Valentine: My health and happy being at your court.
Valentine: I know it well, my lord, and sure the match
Valentine: Were rich and honorable. Besides, the gentleman
Valentine: Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Valentine: Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter.
Valentine: Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him?
Valentine: What would your Grace have me to do in this?
Valentine: Win her with gifts if she respect not words;
Valentine: Dumb jewels often in their silent kind
Valentine: More than quick words do move a woman’s mind.
Valentine: A woman sometime scorns what best contents her.
Valentine: Send her another; never give her o’er,
Valentine: For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
Valentine: If she do frown, ’tis not in hate of you,
Valentine: But rather to beget more love in you.
Valentine: If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone,
Valentine: Forwhy the fools are mad if left alone.
Valentine: Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
Valentine: For “ get you gone” she doth not mean “ away.”
Valentine: Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Valentine: Though ne’er so black, say they have angels’ faces.
Valentine: That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man
Valentine: If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Valentine: Why, then, I would resort to her by night.
Valentine: What lets but one may enter at her window?
Valentine: Why, then a ladder quaintly made of cords
Valentine: To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Valentine: Would serve to scale another Hero’s tower,
Valentine: So bold Leander would adventure it.
Valentine: When would you use it? Pray sir, tell me that.
Valentine: By seven o’clock I’ll get you such a ladder.
Valentine: It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
Valentine: Under a cloak that is of any length.
Valentine: Ay, my good lord.
Valentine: Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
Valentine: And why not death, rather than living torment?
Valentine: To die is to be banished from myself,
Valentine: And Sylvia is myself; banished from her
Valentine: Is self from self— a deadly banishment.
Valentine: What light is light if Sylvia be not seen?
Valentine: What joy is joy if Sylvia be not by—
Valentine: Unless it be to think that she is by
Valentine: And feed upon the shadow of perfection?
Valentine: Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
Valentine: There is no music in the nightingale.
Valentine: Unless I look on Sylvia in the day,
Valentine: There is no day for me to look upon.
Valentine: She is my essence, and I leave to be
Valentine: If I be not by her fair influence
Valentine: Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive.
Valentine: I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom;
Valentine: Tarry I here, I but attend on death,
Valentine: But fly I hence, I fly away from life.
Valentine: No.
Valentine: Neither.
Valentine: Nothing.
Valentine: My ears are stopped and cannot hear good news,
Valentine: So much of bad already hath possessed them.
Valentine: Is Sylvia dead?
Valentine: No Valentine indeed for sacred Sylvia.
Valentine: Hath she forsworn me?
Valentine: No Valentine if Sylvia have forsworn me.
Valentine: What is your news?
Valentine: O, I have fed upon this woe already,
Valentine: And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Valentine: Doth Sylvia know that I am banishèd?
Valentine: No more, unless the next word that thou speak’st
Valentine: Have some malignant power upon my life.
Valentine: If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear
Valentine: As ending anthem of my endless dolor.
Valentine: I pray thee, Lance, an if thou seest my boy,
Valentine: Bid him make haste and meet me at the North Gate.
Valentine: O, my dear Sylvia! Hapless Valentine!
Valentine: My friends—
Valentine: Then know that I have little wealth to lose.
Valentine: A man I am crossed with adversity;
Valentine: My riches are these poor habiliments,
Valentine: Of which, if you should here disfurnish me,
Valentine: You take the sum and substance that I have.
Valentine: To Verona.
Valentine: From Milan.
Valentine: Some sixteen months, and longer might have stayed
Valentine: If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.
Valentine: I was.
Valentine: For that which now torments me to rehearse;
Valentine: I killed a man, whose death I much repent,
Valentine: But yet I slew him manfully in fight
Valentine: Without false vantage or base treachery.
Valentine: I was, and held me glad of such a doom.
Valentine: My youthful travel therein made me happy,
Valentine: Or else I often had been miserable.
Valentine: Peace, villain.
Valentine: Nothing but my fortune.
Valentine: I take your offer and will live with you,
Valentine: Provided that you do no outrages
Valentine: On silly women or poor passengers.
Valentine: How use doth breed a habit in a man!
Valentine: This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
Valentine: I better brook than flourishing peopled towns;
Valentine: Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
Valentine: And to the nightingale’s complaining notes
Valentine: Tune my distresses and record my woes.
Valentine: O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Valentine: Leave not the mansion so long tenantless
Valentine: Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall
Valentine: And leave no memory of what it was.
Valentine: Repair me with thy presence, Sylvia;
Valentine: Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain.
Valentine: What hallowing and what stir is this today?
Valentine: These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Valentine: Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
Valentine: They love me well, yet I have much to do
Valentine: To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Valentine: Withdraw thee, Valentine. Who’s this comes here?
Valentine: How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Valentine: Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
Valentine: Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Valentine: Thou friend of an ill fashion.
Valentine: Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,
Valentine: For such is a friend now. Treacherous man,
Valentine: Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye
Valentine: Could have persuaded me. Now I dare not say
Valentine: I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Valentine: Who should be trusted when one’s right hand
Valentine: Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,
Valentine: I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
Valentine: But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
Valentine: The private wound is deepest. O, time most accursed,
Valentine: ’Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Valentine: Then I am paid,
Valentine: And once again I do receive thee honest.
Valentine: Who by repentance is not satisfied
Valentine: Is nor of heaven nor Earth, for these are pleased;
Valentine: By penitence th’ Eternal’s wrath’s appeased.
Valentine: And that my love may appear plain and free,
Valentine: All that was mine in Sylvia I give thee.
Valentine: Why, boy!
Valentine: Why, wag, how now? What’s the matter? Look up. Speak.
Valentine: Come, come, a hand from either.
Valentine: Let me be blest to make this happy close.
Valentine: ’Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
Valentine: Forbear, forbear, I say. It is my lord the Duke.
Valentine: Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
Valentine: Banished Valentine.
Valentine: Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Valentine: Come not within the measure of my wrath.
Valentine: Do not name Sylvia thine; if once again,
Valentine: Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands;
Valentine: Take but possession of her with a touch—
Valentine: I dare thee but to breathe upon my love!
Valentine: I thank your Grace, the gift hath made me happy.
Valentine: I now beseech you, for your daughter’s sake,
Valentine: To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Valentine: These banished men, that I have kept withal,
Valentine: Are men endued with worthy qualities.
Valentine: Forgive them what they have committed here,
Valentine: And let them be recalled from their exile;
Valentine: They are reformèd, civil, full of good,
Valentine: And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Valentine: And as we walk along, I dare be bold
Valentine: With our discourse to make your Grace to smile.
Valentine: What think you of this page, my lord?
Valentine: I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Valentine: Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,
Valentine: That you will wonder what hath fortunèd.—
Valentine: Come, Proteus, ’tis your penance but to hear
Valentine: The story of your loves discoverèd.
Valentine: That done, our day of marriage shall be yours,
Valentine: One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
Proteus: Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu.
Proteus: Think on thy Proteus when thou haply seest
Proteus: Some rare noteworthy object in thy travel.
Proteus: Wish me partaker in thy happiness
Proteus: When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
Proteus: If ever danger do environ thee,
Proteus: Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
Proteus: For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.
Proteus: Upon some book I love I’ll pray for thee.
Proteus: That’s a deep story of a deeper love,
Proteus: For he was more than over shoes in love.
Proteus: Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots.
Proteus: What?
Proteus: So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Proteus: ’Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Proteus: Yet writers say: as in the sweetest bud
Proteus: The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Proteus: Inhabits in the finest wits of all.
Proteus: And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Proteus: All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.
Proteus: He after honor hunts, I after love.
Proteus: He leaves his friends, to dignify them more;
Proteus: I leave myself, my friends, and all, for love.
Proteus: Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me,
Proteus: Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Proteus: War with good counsel, set the world at nought;
Proteus: Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
Proteus: But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.
Proteus: Indeed a sheep doth very often stray,
Proteus: An if the shepherd be awhile away.
Proteus: I do.
Proteus: A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Proteus: True, and thy master a shepherd.
Proteus: It shall go hard but I’ll prove it by another.
Proteus: 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.
Proteus: But dost thou hear? Gav’st thou my letter to Julia?
Proteus: Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
Proteus: Nay, in that you are astray; ’twere best pound you.
Proteus: You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.
Proteus: But what said she?
Proteus: Nod—“ Ay.” Why, that’s “ noddy.”
Proteus: And that set together is “ noddy.”
Proteus: No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Proteus: Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Proteus: Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Proteus: Come, come, open the matter in brief. What said she?
Proteus: Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?
Proteus: Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her?
Proteus: What said she? Nothing?
Proteus: Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wrack,
Proteus: Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
Proteus: Being destined to a drier death on shore.
Proteus: I must go send some better messenger.
Proteus: I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Proteus: Receiving them from such a worthless post.
Proteus: Sweet love, sweet lines, sweet life!
Proteus: Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Proteus: Here is her oath for love, her honor’s pawn.
Proteus: O, that our fathers would applaud our loves
Proteus: To seal our happiness with their consents.
Proteus: O heavenly Julia!
Proteus: May ’t please your Lordship, ’tis a word or two
Proteus: Of commendations sent from Valentine,
Proteus: Delivered by a friend that came from him.
Proteus: There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
Proteus: How happily he lives, how well beloved
Proteus: And daily gracèd by the Emperor,
Proteus: Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Proteus: As one relying on your Lordship’s will,
Proteus: And not depending on his friendly wish.
Proteus: My lord, I cannot be so soon provided.
Proteus: Please you deliberate a day or two.
Proteus: Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning
Proteus: And drenched me in the sea, where I am drowned.
Proteus: I feared to show my father Julia’s letter
Proteus: Lest he should take exceptions to my love,
Proteus: And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Proteus: Hath he excepted most against my love.
Proteus: O, how this spring of love resembleth
Proteus: The uncertain glory of an April day,
Proteus: Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Proteus: And by and by a cloud takes all away.
Proteus: Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto.
Proteus: And yet a thousand times it answers “ no.”
Proteus: Have patience, gentle Julia.
Proteus: When possibly I can, I will return.
Proteus: Why, then we’ll make exchange. Here, take you this.
Proteus: Here is my hand for my true constancy.
Proteus: And when that hour o’erslips me in the day
Proteus: Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
Proteus: The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
Proteus: Torment me for my love’s forgetfulness.
Proteus: My father stays my coming. Answer not.
Proteus: The tide is now— nay, not thy tide of tears;
Proteus: That tide will stay me longer than I should.
Proteus: Julia, farewell.
Proteus: What, gone without a word?
Proteus: Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak,
Proteus: For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Proteus: Go. I come, I come.
Proteus: Alas, this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.
Proteus: Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
Proteus: To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
Proteus: My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
Proteus: I’ll die on him that says so but yourself.
Proteus: That you are worthless.
Proteus: We’ll both attend upon your Ladyship.
Proteus: Your friends are well and have them much commended.
Proteus: I left them all in health.