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SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
BUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
SPEED, a clownish servant to Val
LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.
HOST. where Julia lodges.
SCENE--Verona; Milan; the frontiers of Mantua.
SCENE 1. Verona. An open place.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
To see the wonders of the world abroad
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu !
When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success?
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,
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. To be in love, when 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;
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you :
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
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan !
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
Speed. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master! 70
Pro. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then and I a sheep?
Pro. I do.
Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. 80
Pro. A silly answer and fitting well a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.
Pro. It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my mast seeks not me; therefore I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder foliow the shepherd; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wager: followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee therefore thou art a sheep. "baa."
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry
Pro. But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro. Nay in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for car rying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound,- -a pinfold.
Speed. [First nodding] Ay.
Pro. Nod-Ay-why, that's noddy.
Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod; and yo ask me if she did nod; and I say,
Pro. And that set together is noddy.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having noth ing but the word "noddy" for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter. may be both at once delivered.
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.
Pro. What said she? nothing?
Speed. No, not so much as "Take this for thy pains." To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
SCENE II. The same. Garden of JULIA's house.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully
Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?