The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act 2, Scene 1
Milan. A room in the Duke’s palace.
- Enter Valentine, Speed.
- Sir, your glove.
- Not mine: my gloves are on.
- Why then this may be yours—for this is but one.
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- Ha? Let me see; ay, give it me, it’s mine:
- Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine—
- Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
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- Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
- How now, sirrah?
- She is not within hearing, sir.
- Why, sir, who bade you call her?
- Your worship, sir, or else I mistook.
- Well—You’ll still be too forward.
- And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
- Go to, sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
- She that your worship loves?
- Why, how know you that I am in love?
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- Marry, by these special marks: first, you have learn’d, like
- Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms, like a malcontent; to
- relish a love-song, like a robin-redbreast; to walk alone,
- like one that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a schoolboy
- that had lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that
- had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet;
- to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like
- a beggar at Hallowmas. You were wont, when you laugh’d, to
- crow like a cock; when you walk’d, to walk like one of the
- lions; when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; when
- you look’d sadly, it was for want of money: and now you are
- metamorphis’d with a mistress, that when I look on you, I
- can hardly think you my master.
- Are all these things perceiv’d in me?
- They are all perceiv’d without ye.
- Without me? They cannot.
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- Without you? Nay, that’s certain; for without you were so
- simple, none else would: but you are so without these
- follies, that these follies are within you, and shine
- through you like the water in an urinal, that not an eye
- that sees you but is a physician to comment on your malady.
- But tell me: dost thou know my lady Silvia?
- She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?
- Hast thou observ’d that? Even she I mean.
- Why, sir, I know her not.
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- Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet know’st her
- Is she not hard-favor’d, sir?
- Not so fair, boy, as well-favor’d.
- Sir, I know that well enough.
- What dost thou know?
- That she is not so fair as (of you) well favor’d.
- I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favor infinite.
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- That’s because the one is painted, and the other out of all
- How painted? And how out of count?
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- Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts
- of her beauty.
- How esteem’st thou me? I account of her beauty.
- You never saw her since she was deform’d.
- How long hath she been deform’d?
- Ever since you lov’d her.
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- I have lov’d her ever since I saw her, and still I see her
- If you love her, you cannot see her.
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- Because Love is blind. O that you had mine eyes, or your own
- eyes had the lights they were wont to have when you chid at
- Sir Proteus for going ungarter’d!
- What should I see then?
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- Your own present folly, and her passing deformity: for he,
- being in love, could not see to garter his hose; and you,
- being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
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- Belike, boy, then you are in love—for last morning you could
- not see to wipe my shoes.
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- True, sir; I was in love with my bed. I thank you, you
- swing’d me for my love, which makes me the bolder to chide
- you for yours.
- In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
- I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
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- Last night she enjoin’d me to write some lines to one she
- And have you?
- I have.
- Are they not lamely writ?
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- No, boy, but as well as I can do them.
- Enter Silvia.
- Peace, here she comes.
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- O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet! Now will he
- interpret to her.
- Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows.
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- O, give ye good ev’n! Here’s a million of manners.
- Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
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- He should give her interest, and she gives it him.
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- As you enjoin’d me, I have writ your letter
- Unto the secret, nameless friend of yours;
- Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
- But for my duty to your ladyship.
- I thank you, gentle servant—’tis very clerkly done.
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- Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
- For being ignorant to whom it goes,
- I writ at random, very doubtfully.
- Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
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- No, madam; so it stead you, I will write
- (Please you command) a thousand times as much;
- And yet—
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- A pretty period! Well—I guess the sequel;
- And yet I will not name it—and yet I care not—
- And yet take this again—and yet I thank you—
- Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
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- And yet you will; and yet another “yet.”
- What means your ladyship? Do you not like it?
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- Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ,
- But (since unwillingly) take them again.
- Nay, take them.
- Madam, they are for you.
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- Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request,
- But I will none of them; they are for you.
- I would have had them writ more movingly.
- Please you, I’ll write your ladyship another.
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- And when it’s writ, for my sake read it over,
- And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
- If it please me, madam, what then?
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- Why, if it please you, take it for your labor;
- And so good morrow, servant.
- Exit Silvia.
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- O jest unseen, inscrutable; invisible,
- As a nose on a man’s face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
- My master sues to her; and she hath taught her suitor,
- He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
- O excellent device, was there ever heard a better,
- That my master being scribe, to himself should write the letter?
- How now, sir? What are you reasoning with yourself?
- Nay, I was rhyming; ’tis you that have the reason.
- To do what?
- To be a spokesman from Madam Silvia.
- To whom?
- To yourself; why, she woos you by a figure.
- What figure?
- By a letter, I should say.
- Why, she hath not writ to me?
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- What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself?
- Why, do you not perceive the jest?
- No, believe me.
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- No believing you indeed, sir: but did you perceive her
- She gave me none, except an angry word.
- Why, she hath given you a letter.
- That’s the letter I writ to her friend.
- And that letter hath she deliver’d, and there an end.
- I would it were no worse.
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- I’ll warrant you, ’tis as well:
- “For often have you writ to her; and she in modesty,
- Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
- Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind discover,
- Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.”
- All this I speak in print, for in print I found it. Why muse
- you, sir? ’Tis dinner-time.
- I have din’d.
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- Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on
- the air, I am one that am nourish’d by my victuals, and
- would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress—be mov’d,
- be mov’d.