The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare (ebook reader with built in dictionary .txt) 📕

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What say’st thou? wilt thou be of our consort?
Say ay, and be the captain of us all:
We’ll do thee homage and be ruled by thee,
Love thee as our commander and our king.

First Outlaw But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Second Outlaw Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer’d. Valentine

I take your offer and will live with you,
Provided that you do no outrages
On silly women or poor passengers.

Third Outlaw

No, we detest such vile base practices.
Come, go with us, we’ll bring thee to our crews,
And show thee all the treasure we have got;
Which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Exeunt.

Scene II

Milan. Outside the Duke’s palace, under Silvia’s chamber.

Enter Proteus. Proteus

Already have I been false to Valentine
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending him,
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved:
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.

Enter Thurio and Musicians. Thurio How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? Proteus

Ay, gentle Thurio: for you know that love
Will creep in service where it cannot go.

Thurio Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Proteus Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. Thurio Who? Silvia? Proteus Ay, Silvia; for your sake. Thurio

I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile.

Enter, at a distance, Host, and Julia in boy’s clothes. Host Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly: I pray you, why is it? Julia Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Host Come, we’ll have you merry: I’ll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for. Julia But shall I hear him speak? Host Ay, that you shall. Julia That will be music. Music plays. Host Hark, hark! Julia Is he among these? Host Ay: but, peace! let’s hear ’em. Song.

Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admired be.

Is she kind as she is fair?
For beauty lives with kindness.
Love doth to her eyes repair,
To help him of his blindness,
And, being help’d, inhabits there.

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.

Host How now! are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? the music likes you not. Julia You mistake; the musician likes me not. Host Why, my pretty youth? Julia He plays false, father. Host How? out of tune on the strings? Julia Not so; but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings. Host You have a quick ear. Julia Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart. Host I perceive you delight not in music. Julia Not a whit, when it jars so. Host Hark, what fine change is in the music! Julia Ay, that change is the spite. Host You would have them always play but one thing? Julia

I would always have one play but one thing.
But, host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on
Often resort unto this gentlewoman?

Host I tell you what Launce, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick. Julia Where is Launce? Host Gone to seek his dog; which to-morrow, by his master’s command, he must carry for a present to his lady. Julia Peace! stand aside: the company parts. Proteus

Sir Thurio, fear not you: I will so plead
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.

Thurio Where meet we? Proteus At Saint Gregory’s well. Thurio Farewell. Exeunt Thurio and Musicians. Enter Silvia above. Proteus Madam, good even to your ladyship. Silvia

I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?

Proteus

One, lady, if you knew his pure heart’s truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.

Silvia Sir Proteus, as I take it. Proteus Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. Silvia What’s your will? Proteus That I may compass yours. Silvia

You have your wish; my will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

Proteus

I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
But she is dead.

Julia

Aside. ’Twere false, if I should speak it;
For I am sure she is not buried.

Silvia

Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroth’d: and art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

Proteus I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. Silvia

And so suppose am I; for in his grave
Assure thyself my love is buried.

Proteus Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. Silvia

Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence,
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.

Julia Aside. He heard not that. Proteus

Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep:
For since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow will I make true love.

Julia

Aside.