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THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. LAUNCE, the like to Proteus. VALENTINE, The two Gentlemen. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. PROTEUS,
Host, where Julia lodges. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.
Outlaws with Valentine. THURIO, a foolish rival to Valen
tine. EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in JULIA, beloved of Proteus.
SILVIA, beloved of Valentine. SPEED, a clownish Servant to Va- LUCETTA, Waiting - woman to lentine.
Servants, Musicians. SCENE: sometimes in Verona; sometimes in Milan, and on the
frontiers of Mantua.
ACT I. SCENE I.
An open place in Verona.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu.
Val. And on a love-book pray for my success.
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love,
Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love, For he was more than over shoes in love.
Val. 'T is true; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots ? nay, give me not the boots.
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
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 leave.
Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.
Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love:
Speed. Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already,
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. VII.
Speed. This proves me still 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 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.”
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 overcharg'd, you were best stick her. Pro. Nay, in that you are astray: 't were best pound you.
Speed. Nay, Sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake: I mean the pound, the pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'T is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.
Pro. But what said she? did she nod?
(SPRED nods. Pro. Nod, I? why that's noddy.
Speed. You mistook, Sir: I say she did nod, and me, if she did nod? and I say I.
Pro. And that set together, is noddy.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your paios.
Pro. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
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. 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. 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 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,
The Same. Julia's Garden.
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.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, la thy opinion which is worthiest love?
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill.