The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act I, Scene 3
Verona. A room in Antonio’s house.
- Enter Antonio and Panthino.
Antonio1 - 2
- Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that
- Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
- ’Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
- Why, what of him?
Panthino5 - 17
- He wond’red that your lordship
- Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
- While other men, of slender reputation,
- Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
- Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
- Some to discover islands far away;
- Some to the studious universities.
- For any or for all these exercises
- He said that Proteus, your son, was meet;
- And did request me to importune you
- To let him spend his time no more at home,
- Which would be great impeachment to his age,
- In having known no travel in his youth.
Antonio18 - 25
- Nor need’st thou much importune me to that
- Whereon this month I have been hammering.
- I have consider’d well his loss of time,
- And how he cannot be a perfect man,
- Not being tried and tutor’d in the world:
- Experience is by industry achiev’d,
- And perfected by the swift course of time.
- Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?
Panthino26 - 28
- I think your lordship is not ignorant
- How his companion, youthful Valentine,
- Attends the Emperor in his royal court.
- I know it well.
Panthino30 - 34
- ’Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
- There shall he practice tilts and tournaments,
- Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen,
- And be in eye of every exercise
- Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
Antonio35 - 39
- I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis’d;
- And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it,
- The execution of it shall make known:
- Even with the speediest expedition
- I will dispatch him to the Emperor’s court.
Panthino40 - 43
- Tomorrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso
- With other gentlemen of good esteem
- Are journeying to salute the Emperor,
- And to commend their service to his will.
Antonio44 - 45
- Good company; with them shall Proteus go—
- Enter Proteus.
- And in good time! Now will we break with him.
Proteus46 - 51
- Sweet love, sweet lines, sweet life!
- Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
- Here is her oath for love, her honor’s pawn:
- O that our fathers would applaud our loves,
- To seal our happiness with their consents!
- O heavenly Julia!
- How now? What letter are you reading there?
Proteus53 - 55
- May’t please your lordship, ’tis a word or two
- Of commendations sent from Valentine,
- Deliver’d by a friend that came from him.
- Lend me the letter; let me see what news.
Proteus57 - 60
- There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
- How happily he lives, how well-belov’d
- And daily graced by the Emperor;
- Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
- And how stand you affected to his wish?
Proteus62 - 63
- As one relying on your lordship’s will,
- And not depending on his friendly wish.
Antonio64 - 72
- My will is something sorted with his wish:
- Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
- For what I will, I will, and there an end.
- I am resolv’d that thou shalt spend some time
- With Valentinus in the Emperor’s court;
- What maintenance he from his friends receives,
- Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
- Tomorrow be in readiness to go—
- Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
Proteus73 - 74
- My lord I cannot be so soon provided:
- Please you deliberate a day or two.
Antonio75 - 78
- Look what thou want’st shall be sent after thee.
- No more of stay: tomorrow thou must go.
- Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ’d
- To hasten on his expedition.
- Exeunt Antonio and Panthino.
Proteus79 - 88
- Thus have I shunn’d the fire for fear of burning,
- And drench’d me in the sea, where I am drown’d.
- I fear’d to show my father Julia’s letter,
- Lest he should take exceptions to my love,
- And with the vantage of mine own excuse
- Hath he excepted most against my love.
- O, how this spring of love resembleth
- The uncertain glory of an April day,
- Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
- And by and by a cloud takes all away.
- Enter Panthino.
Panthino89 - 90
- Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
- He is in haste; therefore I pray you go.
Proteus91 - 92
- Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
- And yet a thousand times it answers “no.”