The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

You must lay lime to tangle her desires

By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.

DUKE Ay,

Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

PROTEUS Say that upon the altar of her beauty

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:

Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears

Moist it again, and frame some feeling line

That may discover such integrity:

For Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews,

Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

Make tigers tame and huge leviathans

Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Visit by night your lady’s chamber-window

With some sweet concert; to their instruments

Tune a deploring dump: the night’s dead silence

Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance.

This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

DUKE This discipline shows thou hast been in love.

THURIO And thy advice this night I’ll put in practise.

Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,

Let us into the city presently

To sort some gentlemen well skill’d in music.

I have a sonnet that will serve the turn

To give the onset to thy good advice.

DUKE About it, gentlemen!

PROTEUS We’ll wait upon your grace till after supper,

And afterward determine our proceedings.

DUKE Even now about it! I will pardon you.

Exeunt

Act 4

Scene 1

The frontiers of Mantua. A forest.

Enter certain Outlaws

First Outlaw Fellows, stand fast; I see a passenger.

Second Outlaw If there be ten, shrink not, but down with ’em.

Enter VALENTINE and SPEED

Third Outlaw Stand, sir, and throw us that you have about ye:

If not: we’ll make you sit and rifle you.

SPEED Sir, we are undone; these are the villains

That all the travellers do fear so much.

VALENTINE My friends,–

First Outlaw That’s not so, sir: we are your enemies.

Second Outlaw Peace! we’ll hear him.

Third Outlaw Ay, by my beard, will we, for he’s a proper man.

VALENTINE Then know that I have little wealth to lose:

A man I am cross’d with adversity;

My riches are these poor habiliments,

Of which if you should here disfurnish me,

You take the sum and substance that I have.

Second Outlaw Whither travel you?

VALENTINE To Verona.

First Outlaw Whence came you?

VALENTINE From Milan.

Third Outlaw Have you long sojourned there?

VALENTINE Some sixteen months, and longer might have stay’d,

If crooked fortune had not thwarted me.

First Outlaw What, were you banish’d thence?

VALENTINE I was.

Second Outlaw For what offence?

VALENTINE For that which now torments me to rehearse:

I kill’d a man, whose death I much repent;

But yet I slew him manfully in fight,

Without false vantage or base treachery.

First Outlaw Why, ne’er repent it, if it were done so.

But were you banish’d for so small a fault?

VALENTINE I was, and held me glad of such a doom.

Second Outlaw Have you the tongues?

VALENTINE My youthful travel therein made me happy,

Or else I often had been miserable.

Third Outlaw By the bare scalp of Robin Hood’s fat friar,

This fellow were a king for our wild faction!

First Outlaw We’ll have him. Sirs, a word.

SPEED Master, be one of them; it’s an honourable kind of thievery.

VALENTINE Peace, villain!

Second Outlaw Tell us this: have you any thing to take to?

VALENTINE Nothing but my fortune.

Third Outlaw Know, then, that some of us are gentlemen,

Such as the fury of ungovern’d youth

Thrust from the company of awful men:

Myself was from Verona banished

For practising to steal away a lady,

An heir, and near allied unto the duke.

Second Outlaw And I from Mantua, for a gentleman,

Who, in my mood, I stabb’d unto the heart.

First Outlaw And I for such like petty crimes as these,

But to the purpose–for we cite our faults,

That they may hold excus’d our lawless lives;

And partly, seeing you are beautified

With goodly shape and by your own report

A linguist and a man of such perfection

As we do in our quality much want–

Second Outlaw Indeed, because you are a banish’d man,

Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you:

Are you content to be our general?

To make a virtue of necessity

And live, as we do, in this wilderness?

Third Outlaw 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 practises.

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 2

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 tomorrow, 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,

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