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The two Gentlemen of Verona.
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O that our Fathers would applaud our louesTo seale our happinesse with their consents.
Pro.Oh heauenly Iulia
Ant.How now? What Letter are you reading there?
Pro.May't please your Lordship,'tis a word or twoOf commendations sent from Valentine;Deliuer'd by a friend, that came from him.
Ant.Lend me the Letter: Let me see what newes.
Pro.There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writesHow happily he liues, how well-belou'd,And daily graced by the Emperor;Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant.And how stand you affected to his wish?
Pro.As one relying on your Lordships will,And not depending on his friendly wish.
Ant.My will is something sorted with his wish:Muse not that I thus sodainly proceed;For what I will, I will, and there an end:I am resolu'd, that thou shalt spend some timeWith Valentinus, in the Emperors Court:What maintenance he from his friends receiues,Like exhibition thou shalt haue from me,To morrow be in readinesse, to goe,Excuse it not: for I am peremptory
Pro.My Lord I cannot be so soone prouided,Please you deliberate a day or two.
Ant.Look what thou want'st shalbe sent after thee:No more of stay: to morrow thou must goe;Come on Panthino; you shall be imployd,To hasten on his Expedition.
Pro.Thus haue I shund the fire, for feare of burning,And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.I fear'd to shew my Father Iulias Letter,Least he should take exceptions to my loue,And with the vantage of mine owne excuseHath he excepted most against my loue.Oh, how this spring of loue resemblethThe vncertaine glory of an Aprill day,Which now shewes all the beauty of the Sun,And by and by a clowd takes all away.
Pan.Sir Protheus, your Fathers call's for you,He is in hast, therefore I pray you go.
Pro.Why this it is: my heart accords thereto,And yet a thousand times it answer's no.Exeunt.Finis.
Actus secundus: Scæna Prima.
Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia.
Speed.Sir, your Gloue.
Valen.Not mine: my Gloues are on.
Sp.Why then this may be yours: for this is but one.
Val.Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it's mine:Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine,Ah Siluia, Siluia.
Speed.Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia.
Val.How now Sirha?
Speed.Shee is not within hearing Sir.
Val.Why sir, who bad you call her?
Speed.Your worship sir, or else I mistooke.
Val.Well: you'll still be too forward.
Speed.And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
Val.Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia?
Speed.Shee that your worship loues?
Val.Why, how know you that I am in loue?
Speed.Marry by these speciall markes: first, you hauelearn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like aMale-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-redbreast:to walke alone like one that had the pestilence:to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. toweep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam:to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one thatfeares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hallow-Masse:You were wont, when you laughed, to crowlike a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of theLions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner:when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: Andnow you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when Ilooke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master.
Val.Are all these things perceiu'd in me?
Speed.They are all perceiu'd without ye.
Val.Without me? they cannot.
Speed.Without you? nay, that's certaine: for withoutyou were so simple, none else would: but you areso without these follies, that these follies are within you,and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: thatnot an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to commenton your Malady
Val.But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia?
Speed.Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
Val.Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane
Speed.Why sir, I know her not
Val.Do'st thou know her by my gazing on her, andyet know'st her not?
Speed.Is she not hard-fauour'd, sir?
Val.Not so faire (boy) as well fauour'd.
Speed.Sir, I know that well enough.
Val.What dost thou know?
Speed.That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fauourd?
Val.I meane that her beauty is exquisite,But her fauour infinite.
Speed.That's because the one is painted, and the otherout of all count.
Val.How painted? and how out of count?
Speed.Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that noman counts of her beauty.
Val.How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
Speed.You neuer saw her since she was deform'd.
Val.How long hath she beene deform'd?
Speed.Euer since you lou'd her
Val.I haue lou'd her euer since I saw her,And still I see her beautifull.
Speed.If you loue her, you cannot see her.
Val.Why?
Speed.Because Loue is blinde: O that you had mineeyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wontto haue, when you chidde at Sir Protheus, for going vngarter'd.
Val.What should I see then?
Speed.Your owne present folly, and her passing deformitie:for hee beeing in loue, could not see to garterhis hose; and you, beeing in loue, cannot see to put onyour hose.
Val.Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for last morningYou could not see to wipe my shooes
Speed.True sir: I was in loue with my bed, I thankeyou, you swing'd me for my loue, which makes mee the
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