|Two Gentlemen of Verona|
| Two Gentlemen of Verona
| Act 3, Scene 1
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Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUSDUKE
Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;PROTEUS
We have some secrets to confer about.
Exit THURIONow, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?
My gracious lord, that which I would discoverDUKE
The law of friendship bids me to conceal;
But when I call to mind your gracious favours
Done to me, undeserving as I am,
My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which else no worldly good should draw from me.
Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,
This night intends to steal away your daughter:
Myself am one made privy to the plot.
I know you have determined to bestow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;
And should she thus be stol'n away from you,
It would be much vexation to your age.
Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
To cross my friend in his intended drift
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of sorrows which would press you down,
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;PROTEUS
Which to requite, command me while I live.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply when they have judged me fast asleep,
And oftentimes have purposed to forbid
Sir Valentine her company and my court:
But fearing lest my jealous aim might err
And so unworthily disgrace the man,
A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclosed to me.
And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
Know, noble lord, they have devised a meanDUKE
How he her chamber-window will ascend
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For which the youthful lover now is gone
And this way comes he with it presently;
Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly
That my discovery be not aimed at;
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
Upon mine honour, he shall never knowPROTEUS
That I had any light from thee of this.
Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming.DUKE
Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?VALENTINE
Please it your grace, there is a messengerDUKE
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.
Be they of much import?VALENTINE
The tenor of them doth but signifyDUKE
My health and happy being at your court.
Nay then, no matter; stay with me awhile;VALENTINE
I am to break with thee of some affairs
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
'Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought
To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter.
I know it well, my Lord; and, sure, the matchDUKE
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth and qualities
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter:
Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him?
No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,VALENTINE
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty,
Neither regarding that she is my child
Nor fearing me as if I were her father;
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in:
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
What would your Grace have me to do in this?DUKE
There is a lady in Verona hereVALENTINE
Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy
And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor--
For long agone I have forgot to court;
Besides, the fashion of the time is changed--
How and which way I may bestow myself
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:DUKE
Dumb jewels often in their silent kind
More than quick words do move a woman's mind.
But she did scorn a present that I sent her.VALENTINE
A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.DUKE
Send her another; never give her o'er;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away!'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
But she I mean is promised by her friendsVALENTINE
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.
Why, then, I would resort to her by night.DUKE
Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe,VALENTINE
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
What lets but one may enter at her window?DUKE
Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,VALENTINE
And built so shelving that one cannot climb it
Without apparent hazard of his life.
Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords,DUKE
To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.
Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,VALENTINE
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that.DUKE
This very night; for Love is like a child,VALENTINE
That longs for every thing that he can come by.
By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.DUKE
But, hark thee; I will go to her alone:VALENTINE
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
It will be light, my lord, that you may bear itDUKE
Under a cloak that is of any length.
A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?VALENTINE
Ay, my good lord.DUKE
Then let me see thy cloak:VALENTINE
I'll get me one of such another length.
Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.DUKE
How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?VALENTINE
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'!
And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once.
Reads'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
And slaves they are to me that send them flying:
O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying!
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them:
While I, their king, that hither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord would be.'
'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaeton,--for thou art Merops' son,--
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?
Go, base intruder! overweening slave!
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Is privilege for thy departure hence:
Thank me for this more than for all the favours
Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories
Longer than swiftest expedition
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.
And why not death rather than living torment?PROTEUS
To die is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
Enter PROTEUS and LAUNCE
Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.LAUNCE
What seest thou?LAUNCE
Him we go to find: there's not a hair on's headPROTEUS
but 'tis a Valentine.
Who then? his spirit?VALENTINE
Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?PROTEUS
Who wouldst thou strike?LAUNCE
Why, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,--PROTEUS
Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.VALENTINE
My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,PROTEUS
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,VALENTINE
For they are harsh, untuneable and bad.
Is Silvia dead?PROTEUS
No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.PROTEUS
Hath she forsworn me?
No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.LAUNCE
What is your news?
Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.PROTEUS
That thou art banished--O, that's the news!--VALENTINE
From hence, from Silvia and from me thy friend.
O, I have fed upon this woe already,PROTEUS
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom--VALENTINE
Which, unreversed, stands in effectual force--
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:
Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chafed him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.
No more; unless the next word that thou speak'stPROTEUS
Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,VALENTINE
And study help for that which thou lament'st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate:
Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate;
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Of all that may concern thy love-affairs.
As thou lovest Silvia, though not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me!
I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,PROTEUS
Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate.
Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.VALENTINE
O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!LAUNCE
Exeunt VALENTINE and PROTEUS
I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit toSPEED
think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's
all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now
that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a
team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who
'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I
will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet
'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis
a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for
wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel;
which is much in a bare Christian.
Pulling out a paperHere is the cate-log of her condition.
'Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse
can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only
carry; therefore is she better than a jade. 'Item:
She can milk;' look you, a sweet virtue in a maid
with clean hands.
How now, Signior Launce! what news with yourLAUNCE
With my master's ship? why, it is at sea.SPEED
Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. WhatLAUNCE
news, then, in your paper?
The blackest news that ever thou heardest.SPEED
Why, man, how black?LAUNCE
Why, as black as ink.SPEED
Let me read them.LAUNCE
Fie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.SPEED
Thou liest; I can.LAUNCE
I will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?SPEED
Marry, the son of my grandfather.LAUNCE
O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thySPEED
grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.
Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.LAUNCE
There; and St. Nicholas be thy speed!SPEED
[Reads] 'Imprimis: She can milk.'LAUNCE
Ay, that she can.SPEED
'Item: She brews good ale.'LAUNCE
And thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of yourSPEED
heart, you brew good ale.'
'Item: She can sew.'LAUNCE
That's as much as to say, Can she so?SPEED
'Item: She can knit.'LAUNCE
What need a man care for a stock with a wench, whenSPEED
she can knit him a stock?
'Item: She can wash and scour.'LAUNCE
A special virtue: for then she need not be washedSPEED
'Item: She can spin.'LAUNCE
Then may I set the world on wheels, when she canSPEED
spin for her living.
'Item: She hath many nameless virtues.'LAUNCE
That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that,SPEED
indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.
'Here follow her vices.'LAUNCE
Close at the heels of her virtues.SPEED
'Item: She is not to be kissed fasting in respectLAUNCE
of her breath.'
Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on.SPEED
'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'LAUNCE
That makes amends for her sour breath.SPEED
'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'LAUNCE
It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.SPEED
'Item: She is slow in words.'LAUNCE
O villain, that set this down among her vices! ToSPEED
be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray
thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
'Item: She is proud.'LAUNCE
Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannotSPEED
be ta'en from her.
'Item: She hath no teeth.'LAUNCE
I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.SPEED
'Item: She is curst.'LAUNCE
Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.SPEED
'Item: She will often praise her liquor.'LAUNCE
If her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, ISPEED
will; for good things should be praised.
'Item: She is too liberal.'LAUNCE
Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down sheSPEED
is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that
I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and
that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
'Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faultsLAUNCE
than hairs, and more wealth than faults.'
Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and notSPEED
mine, twice or thrice in that last article.
Rehearse that once more.
'Item: She hath more hair than wit,'--LAUNCE
More hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. TheSPEED
cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it
is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit
is more than the wit, for the greater hides the
less. What's next?
'And more faults than hairs,'--LAUNCE
That's monstrous: O, that that were out!SPEED
'And more wealth than faults.'LAUNCE
Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well,SPEED
I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is
Why, then will I tell thee--that thy master staysSPEED
for thee at the North-gate.
For thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for aSPEED
better man than thee.
And must I go to him?LAUNCE
Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so longSPEED
that going will scarce serve the turn.
Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!LAUNCE
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an
unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into
secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.
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