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DUKE OF Milan, Father to Silvia.
a foolish Rival to Valentine.
Julia, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Silvia, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. LUCETTA, Waiting womun tó Julia.
SCENE, sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN;
and on the frontiers of Mantua.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
SCENE I. An open place in Verona.
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 sluggardiz’d 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 begone ? Sweet Valentine, adieu ! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest 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; but you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots! nay, give me not the boots.
What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with
groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
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
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
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan !
[Exit «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. Thou, Julia, 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 · Milan.
Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And I have played 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.
Speed. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.
Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou