Two Gentlemen of Verona(维洛那两绅士)

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THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

THE TWO

GENTLEMEN OF

VERONA

William Shakespeare

William ShakespeareWilliam Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

1595

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

ACT I.

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

SCENE I. Verona. An open place

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS

VALENTINE. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping

youth have ever homely wits. Were't not affection chains thy tender days

To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy

company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully

sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But

since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to

love begin. PROTEUS. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Think

on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Some rare noteworthy object in thy

travel. Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap;

and in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance

to my holy prayers, For I will be thy headsman, Valentine. VALENTINE.

And on a love-book pray for my success? PROTEUS. Upon some book I

love I'll pray for thee. VALENTINE. That's on some shallow story of deep

love: How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. PROTEUS. That's a

deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.

VALENTINE. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never

swum the Hellespont. PROTEUS. Over the boots! Nay, give me not the

boots. VALENTINE. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. PROTEUS. What?

VALENTINE. To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans, Coy

looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth With twenty

watchful, weary, tedious nights; If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; If

lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with

wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished. PROTEUS. So, by your

circumstance, you call me fool. VALENTINE. So, by your circumstance, I

fear you'll prove. PROTEUS. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.

VALENTINE. Love is your master, for he masters you; And he that is so

yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. PROTEUS.

Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating

love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. VALENTINE. And writers say, as the

most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the

young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his

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verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But

wherefore waste I time to counsel the That art a votary to fond desire?

Once more adieu. My father at the road Expects my coming, there to see

me shipp'd. PROTEUS. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

VALENTINE. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. To Milan let

me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love, and what news else

Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with

mine. PROTEUS. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! VALENTINE.

As much to you at home; and so farewell! Exit VALENTINE PROTEUS.

He after honour hunts, I after love; He leaves his friends to dignify them

more: I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast

metamorphis'd me, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with

good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart

sick with thought.

Enter SPEED

SPEED. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? PROTEUS. But

now he parted hence to embark for Milan. SPEED. Twenty to one then he

is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. PROTEUS.

Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away.

SPEED. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

PROTEUS. I do. SPEED. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I

wake or sleep. PROTEUS. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. SPEED.

This proves me still a sheep. PROTEUS. True; and thy master a shepherd.

SPEED. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. PROTEUS. It shall go

hard but I'll prove it by another. SPEED. The shepherd seeks the sheep,

and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks

not me; therefore, I am no sheep. PROTEUS. The sheep for fodder follow

the shepherd; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages

followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee. Therefore,

thou art a sheep. SPEED. Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'

PROTEUS. But dost thou hear? Gav'st thou my letter to Julia? SPEED. Ay,

sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a lac'd mutton; and she, a lac'd

mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. PROTEUS. Here's

too small a pasture for such store of muttons. SPEED. If the ground be

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overcharg'd, you were best stick her. PROTEUS. Nay, in that you are

astray: 'twere best pound you. SPEED. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall

serve me for carrying your letter. PROTEUS. You mistake; I mean the

pound- a pinfold. SPEED. From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and over,

'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. PROTEUS. But

what said she? SPEED. [Nodding] Ay. PROTEUS. Nod- ay. Why, that's

'noddy.' SPEED. You mistook, sir; I say she did nod; and you ask me if she

did nod; and I say 'Ay.' PROTEUS. And that set together is 'noddy.'

SPEED. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your

pains. PROTEUS. No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. SPEED.

Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. PROTEUS. Why, sir, how

do you bear with me? SPEED. Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having

nothing but the word 'noddy' for my pains. PROTEUS. Beshrew me, but

you have a quick wit. SPEED. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

PROTEUS. Come, come, open the matter; in brief, what said she? SPEED.

Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once

delivered. PROTEUS. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

SPEED. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. PROTEUS. Why, couldst

thou perceive so much from her? SPEED. Sir, I could perceive nothing at

all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; and

being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to

you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as

steel. PROTEUS. What said she? Nothing? SPEED. No, not so much as

'Take this for thy pains.' To testify

your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof,

henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I'll commend you to my

master. PROTEUS. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Which

cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on shore.

Exit SPEED I must go send some better messenger. I fear my Julia would

not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. Exit

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

SCENE II. Verona. The garden Of JULIA'S house

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA

JULIA. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then

counsel me to fall in love? LUCETTA. Ay, madam; so you stumble not

unheedfully. JULIA. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day

with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

LUCETTA. Please you, repeat their names; I'll show my mind According

to my shallow simple skill. JULIA. What think'st thou of the fair Sir

Eglamour? LUCETTA. As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine; But,

were I you, he never should be mine. JULIA. What think'st thou of the

rich Mercatio? LUCETTA. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.

JULIA. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? LUCETTA. Lord, Lord!

to see what folly reigns in us! JULIA. How now! what means this passion

at his name? LUCETTA. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame That I,

unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. JULIA.

Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? LUCETTA. Then thus: of many

good I think him best. JULIA. Your reason? LUCETTA. I have no other

but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. JULIA. And

wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? LUCETTA. Ay, if you

thought your love not cast away. JULIA. Why, he, of all the rest, hath

never mov'd me. LUCETTA. Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

JULIA. His little speaking shows his love but small. LUCETTA. Fire

that's closest kept burns most of all. JULIA. They do not love that do not

show their love. LUCETTA. O, they love least that let men know their

love. JULIA. I would I knew his mind. LUCETTA. Peruse this paper,

madam. JULIA. 'To Julia'- Say, from whom? LUCETTA. That the

contents will show. JULIA. Say, say, who gave it thee? LUCETTA. Sir

Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus. He would have given it

you; but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,

I pray. JULIA. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume

to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now,

trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place.

There, take the paper; see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my

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sight. LUCETTA. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. JULIA.

Will ye be gone? LUCETTA. That you may ruminate. Exit JULIA. And

yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back

again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that

knows I am a maid And would not force the letter to my view! Since

maids, in modesty, say 'No' to that Which they would have the profferer

construe 'Ay.' Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That like a testy

babe will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How

churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here!

How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my

heart to smile! My penance is to call Lucetta back And ask remission for

my folly past. What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter LUCETTA

LUCETTA. What would your ladyship? JULIA. Is't near dinner time?

LUCETTA. I would it were, That you might kill your stomach on your

meat And not upon your maid. JULIA. What is't that you took up so

gingerly? LUCETTA. Nothing. JULIA. Why didst thou stoop then?

LUCETTA. To take a paper up that I let fall. JULIA. And is that paper

nothing? LUCETTA. Nothing concerning me. JULIA. Then let it lie for

those that it concerns. LUCETTA. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,

Unless it have a false interpreter. JULIA. Some love of yours hath writ to

you in rhyme. LUCETTA. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. Give me

a note; your ladyship can set. JULIA. As little by such toys as may be

possible. Best sing it to the tune of 'Light o' Love.' LUCETTA. It is too

heavy for so light a tune. JULIA. Heavy! belike it hath some burden then.

LUCETTA. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. JULIA. And

why not you? LUCETTA. I cannot reach so high. JULIA. Let's see your

song. [LUCETTA withholds the letter] How now, minion! LUCETTA.

Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out. And yet methinks I do not like

this tune. JULIA. You do not! LUCETTA. No, madam; 'tis too sharp.

JULIA. You, minion, are too saucy. LUCETTA. Nay, now you are too flat

And mar the concord with too harsh a descant; There wanteth but a mean

to fill your song. JULIA. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass.

LUCETTA. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. JULIA. This babble shall

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not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation! [Tears the

letter] Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie. You would be fing'ring

them, to anger me. LUCETTA. She makes it strange; but she would be

best pleas'd To be so ang'red with another letter. Exit JULIA. Nay, would I

were so ang'red with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!

Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey And kill the bees that yield it

with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writ

'kind Julia.' Unkind Julia, As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy

name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy

disdain. And here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus.' Poor wounded name! my

bosom,,as a bed, Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd; And

thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice or thrice was 'Proteus'

written down. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away Till I have

found each letter in the letter- Except mine own name; that some

whirlwind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence

into the raging sea. Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ: 'Poor

forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To the sweet Julia.' That I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names.

Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do

what you will.

Re-enter LUCETTA

LUCETTA. Madam, Dinner is ready, and your father stays. JULIA.

Well, let us go. LUCETTA. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?

JULIA. If you respect them, best to take them up. LUCETTA. Nay, I was

taken up for laying them down; Yet here they shall not lie for catching

cold. JULIA. I see you have a month's mind to them. LUCETTA. Ay,

madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you

judge I wink. JULIA. Come, come; will't please you go? Exeunt

THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

SCENE III. Verona. ANTONIO'S house

Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO

ANTONIO. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that Wherewith my

brother held you in the cloister? PANTHINO. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus,

your son. ANTONIO. Why, what of him? PANTHINO. 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.

ANTONIO. 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. PANTHINO. I think

your lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Attends the Emperor in his royal court. ANTONIO. I know it well.

PANTHINO. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There

shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse

with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and

nobleness of birth. ANTONIO. 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. PANTHINO. To-morrow, 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. ANTONIO. Good

company; with them shall Proteus go.

Enter PROTEUS

And- in good time!- now will we break with him. PROTEUS. Sweet

love! sweet lines! sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here

is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. O that our fathers would applaud

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our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia!

ANTONIO. How now! What letter are you reading there? PROTEUS.

May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations sent

from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. ANTONIO.

Lend me the letter; let me see what news. PROTEUS. 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.

ANTONIO. And how stand you affected to his wish? PROTEUS. As one

relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.

ANTONIO. 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. To-morrow be in readiness to go- Excuse it not,

for I am peremptory. PROTEUS. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided;

Please you, deliberate a day or two. ANTONIO. Look what thou want'st

shall be sent after thee. No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go. Come

on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. Exeunt

ANTONIO and PANTHINO PROTEUS. 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 an by a

cloud takes all away!

Re-enter PANTHINO

PANTHINO. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you; He is in haste;

therefore, I pray you, go. PROTEUS. Why, this it is: my heart accords

thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers 'No.' Exeunt

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