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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Duke of Milan, father to Silvia.

Valentine, } Gentlemen of Verona.

Proteus,

Antonio, father to 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, where Julia lodges in Milan.
Out-laws.

Julia, a lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus.
Silvia, the duke's daughter, 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.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer'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, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. Than, living dully sluggardiz'd at home, 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, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, partaker in thy happiness, If ever danger do environ thee,

Wish me

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

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Pro. Upon
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
some book I love, I'll pray for thee.
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;
For he was more than over shoes in love.
And yet you never swam the Hellespont.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I'll 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 bonght with wit, Or else a' wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circunstance, 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 yoked 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 bad 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 ait 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; how let us take our leave. At 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, farewell!

[Erit Valentine. 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. Thon, ulia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart-sick with thought. Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master ? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.

Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An' if the shepherd be awhile away. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd

then, and I a sheep? Pro. I do.

(wake or sleep. Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sbeep: 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 niy master seeks not me: tberefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. 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.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gav'st 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 matton, nothing for my labour,

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for snch a store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharg'd, you were best stick her.

Lyou. Pro. Nay, in that you're astray; 'tw'ere best pound

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. Vou mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold. Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your

lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod? [Speed nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did not; and I say,

1. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy.

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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. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you.

Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
Speed. And yet it canuot overtake your slow purse.

Pro. Corne, come, open the matter in brief: What said she?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd.

Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains : What said she ? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win ber.

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 her mind. Give her no token bat 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 testern'd 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;
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destin'd to a drier death on shore:
I must go send some better messenger;
I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The same. Garden of JULIA's House.

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Jul. Bnt say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

Luc. Ay, madam. ; so yon stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. or all the fair resort of gentlemen,
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my According to my shallow, simple skill. [mind

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair sir Eglamour?

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