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DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.
ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine.
LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus.
PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.
Host, where Julia lodges in Milan.
JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. LUCETTA, Waiting woman to 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.
EASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Wer't not, affection chains thy tender
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,
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,
Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
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;
Pro. Over the boots! nay, give me not the boots.
Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with
Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights.
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me 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
Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.
Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our
To Milan let me hear from thee by letters
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love.
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 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.
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 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