THE

TWO GENTLEMEN

OF VERONA.

VOL. I.

6

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

DUKE OF MILAN, father of Silvia.

VALENTINE,

PROTEUS,

Gentlemen of Verona.

ANTONIO, father of Proteus.

THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.
EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in her escape.
SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine.
LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.

PANTHINO, servant to Antonio.

HOST, with whom Julia lodges in Milan.

Outlaws, with Valentine.

JULIA, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.

SILVIA, beloved by Valentine.

LUCETTA, waiting-woman to Julia.

Servants, Musicians.

SCENE,- Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of Mantua.

THE

TWO GENTLEMEN

OF VERONA.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-An open place in Verona.

C

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Valentine.

EASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have homely wits;

ever

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 lov'st, 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, see'st

Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel;

Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

When thou dost meet good hap: and in thy danger,

If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success? Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. "Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swom the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the

boots.

Val. Nay, I will not, for it boots thee not.

Pro.

What?

Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought

with groans;

Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; 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 yokèd by a fool,

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.
But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
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 thy 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 ! Val. As much to you at home! and So, fare[Exit VALENTINE.

well. 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, Make wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

Enter SPEED.

Speed. Sir Proteus, 'save you! Saw you my

master?