The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act 2, Scene 4
Milan. A room in the Duke’s palace.
- Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thurio, Speed.
- Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
- Ay, boy, it’s for love.
- Not of you.
- Of my mistress then.
- ’Twere good you knock’d him.
- Servant, you are sad.
- Indeed, madam, I seem so.
- Seem you that you are not?
- Happ’ly I do.
- So do counterfeits.
- So do you.
- What seem I that I am not?
- What instance of the contrary?
- Your folly.
- And how quote you my folly?
- I quote it in your jerkin.
- My jerkin is a doublet.
- Well then I’ll double your folly.
- What, angry, Sir Thurio? Do you change color?
- Give him leave, madam, he is a kind of chameleon.
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- That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your
- You have said, sir.
- Ay, sir, and done too—for this time.
- I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
- A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
- ’Tis indeed, madam, we thank the giver.
- Who is that, servant?
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- Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire. Sir Thurio
- borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what
- he borrows kindly in your company.
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- Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your
- wit bankrupt.
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- I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words and, I
- think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it
- appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare
- No more, gentlemen, no more; here comes my father.
- Enter Duke.
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- Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
- Sir Valentine, your father is in good health:
- What say you to a letter from your friends
- Of much good news?
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- My lord, I will be thankful
- To any happy messenger from thence.
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- Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?
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- Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
- To be of worth and worthy estimation,
- And not without desert so well reputed.
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- Hath he not a son?
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- Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves
- The honor and regard of such a father.
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- You know him well?
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- I knew him as myself: for from our infancy
- We have convers’d and spent our hours together,
- And though myself have been an idle truant,
- Omitting the sweet benefit of time
- To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection,
- Yet hath Sir Proteus (for that’s his name)
- Made use and fair advantage of his days;
- His years but young, but his experience old;
- His head unmellowed, but his judgment ripe;
- And in a word (for far behind his worth
- Comes all the praises that I now bestow),
- He is complete in feature and in mind
- With all good grace to grace a gentleman.
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- Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
- He is as worthy for an empress’ love
- As meet to be an emperor’s counsellor.
- Well, sir—this gentleman is come to me
- With commendation from great potentates,
- And here he means to spend his time a while.
- I think ’tis no unwelcome news to you.
- Should I have wish’d a thing, it had been he.
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- Welcome him then according to his worth—
- Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Thurio;
- For Valentine, I need not cite him to it.
- I will send him hither to you presently.
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- This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
- Had come along with me, but that his mistress
- Did hold his eyes lock’d in her crystal looks.
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- Belike that now she hath enfranchis’d them
- Upon some other pawn for fealty.
- Nay sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
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- Nay then he should be blind, and being blind,
- How could he see his way to seek out you?
- Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.
- They say that Love hath not an eye at all.
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- To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
- Upon a homely object Love can wink.
- Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman.
- Exit Thurio.
- Enter Proteus.
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- Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you
- Confirm his welcome with some special favor.
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- His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
- If this be he you oft have wish’d to hear from.
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- Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
- To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
- Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
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- Not so, sweet lady, but too mean a servant
- To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
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- Leave off discourse of disability.
- Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
- My duty will I boast of, nothing else.
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- And duty never yet did want his meed.
- Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
- I’ll die on him that says so but yourself.
- That you are welcome?
- That you are worthless.
- Enter Thurio.
- Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
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- I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
- Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome;
- I’ll leave you to confer of home affairs;
- When you have done, we look to hear from you.
- We’ll both attend upon your ladyship.
- Exeunt Silvia and Thurio.
- Now tell me: how do all from whence you came?
- Your friends are well and have them much commended.
- And how do yours?
- I left them all in health.
- How does your lady, and how thrives your love?
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- My tales of love were wont to weary you;
- I know you joy not in a love-discourse.
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- Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter’d now:
- I have done penance for contemning Love,
- Whose high imperious thoughts have punish’d me
- With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
- With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs,
- For in revenge of my contempt of love,
- Love hath chas’d sleep from my enthralled eyes,
- And made them watchers of mine own heart’s sorrow.
- O gentle Proteus, Love’s a mighty lord,
- And hath so humbled me as I confess
- There is no woe to his correction,
- Nor to his service no such joy on earth:
- Now no discourse, except it be of love;
- Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep,
- Upon the very naked name of love.
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- Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
- Was this the idol that you worship so?
- Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
- No; but she is an earthly paragon.
- Call her divine.
- I will not flatter her.
- O, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
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- When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
- And I must minister the like to you.
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- Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
- Yet let her be a principality,
- Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
- Except my mistress.
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- Sweet, except not any,
- Except thou wilt except against my love.
- Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
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- And I will help thee to prefer her too:
- She shall be dignified with this high honor—
- To bear my lady’s train, lest the base earth
- Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,
- And of so great a favor growing proud,
- Disdain to root the summer-swelling flow’r,
- And make rough winter everlastingly.
- Why, Valentine, what braggadism is this?
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- Pardon me, Proteus, all I can is nothing
- To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing:
- She is alone.
- Then let her alone.
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- Not for the world. Why, man, she is mine own,
- And I as rich in having such a jewel
- As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
- The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
- Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
- Because thou seest me dote upon my love.
- My foolish rival, that her father likes
- (Only for his possessions are so huge),
- Is gone with her along, and I must after,
- For love, thou know’st, is full of jealousy.
- But she loves you?
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- Ay, and we are betroth’d: nay more, our marriage hour,
- With all the cunning manner of our flight,
- Determin’d of—how I must climb her window,
- The ladder made of cords, and all the means
- Plotted and ’greed on for my happiness.
- Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,
- In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.
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- Go on before; I shall inquire you forth.
- I must unto the road, to disembark
- Some necessaries that I needs must use,
- And then I’ll presently attend you.
- Will you make haste?
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- I will.
- Exit Valentine.
- Even as one heat another heat expels,
- Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
- So the remembrance of my former love
- Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
- Is it mine eye, or Valentinus’ praise,
- Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
- That makes me reasonless, to reason thus?
- She is fair; and so is Julia that I love
- (That I did love, for now my love is thaw’d,
- Which like a waxen image ’gainst a fire
- Bears no impression of the thing it was).
- Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
- And that I love him not as I was wont:
- O, but I love his lady too too much,
- And that’s the reason I love him so little.
- How shall I dote on her with more advice,
- That thus without advice begin to love her?
- ’Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
- And that hath dazzled my reason’s light;
- But when I look on her perfections,
- There is no reason but I shall be blind.
- If I can check my erring love, I will;
- If not, to compass her I’ll use my skill.