The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare ~ Full Audiobook
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Enter Valentine and Proteus. VALENTINE. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus! Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Ah! Weren't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love? I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein, Even as I would when I to love begin. 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 beatsman valentine and on a love-book pray for my success upon some book i love i'll pray for thee that's on some shallow story of deep love how leander crossed the hellespond that's a deep story of a deeper love

for he was more than over shoes in love it is true for you are boots in love and yet you never swum the hellespont over the boots nay give me not the boots no i will not for it boots thee not what 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 labor won, however, but a folly, but with wit, or else a wit by folly vanquished. So by your circumstance you call me fool. So by your circumstance I fear you'll prove. Tis love, you cavalette.

i am not love love is your master for he masters you and he that is so yoked by a fool methinks should not be chronicled for wise yet writers say

as in the sweetest bud the eating canker dwells so eating love inhabits in the finest wits of all and writers say even as the most forward bud is eaten by the canker ere it blow even so by love the young and tender wit is turned to folly blasting in the bud losing his verdure even in the prime and all the fair effects of future hopes

but wherefore waste i time to counsel thee that art a votary to fond desire once more adieu my father at the road expects my coming there to see me shipped and thither will i bring thee 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 thee in absence of thy friend

and likewise will visit thee with mine. JULIUS All happiness be chanced to thee in Milan. JULIUS As much to you at home, and so farewell. JULIUS He after honor 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 metamorphosed 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. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. Twenty to one then he is shipped already, And I have played the sheep in losing him. Indeed.

a sheep doth very often stray and if the shepherd be a while away you conclude that my master is a shepherd then and i a sheep i do why then my horns are his horns whether i wake or sleep a silly answer and fitting well a sheep this proves me still a sheep true

and thy master a shepherd nay that i can deny by a circumstance it shall go hard but i'll prove it by another 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 the sheep for fodder follows 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. Such another proof will make me cry. Bah! But dost thou hear? Gavest thou my letter to Julia? Ay, sir, I a lost mutton, Gave your letter to her a laced mutton, And she a laced mutton, Gave me a lost mutton, Nothing for my labour. Here's too small a pasture For such store of muttons. If the ground be overcharged You were best stick her. Nay.

In that you are astray, t'were best pound you. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. You mistake. I mean the pound, a pinfold. From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and over. Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. But what said she? First nodding. Ay. Nod.

i why that's noddy you mistook sir i say she did not and you ask me if she did not and i say i and that set together is noddy now you have taken the pains to set it together take it for your pains no no you shall have it for bearing the letter well i perceive i must be fain to bear with you why sir

How do you bear with me? Marry, sir, the letter very orderly, having nothing but the word "naughty" for my pains. Be shroomy, but you have a quick wit. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Come, come, open the matter in brief. What said she? Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered. Well, sir, here is for your pains.

What said she? Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? 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. What said she? Nothing?

no not so much as take this for thy pains to testify your bounty i thank you you have testern'd me and were quite aware of henceforth carry your letters yourself and so sir i'll commend you to my master go go begone to save your ship from wreck which cannot perish having thee aboard being destined 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 scene to the same garden of julius house enter julia and lucetta

But say, Luchetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? LUCETTA. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.

of all the fair resort of gentlemen that every day with parle encounter me in thy opinion which is worthiest love please you repeat their names i'll show my mind according to my shallow simple skill what think'st thou of the fair sir eglamour as of a knight well spoken neat and fine but were i you he never should be mine what think'st thou of the rich mercatio well of his wealth

but of himself so-so. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Lord, lord, to see what folly reigns in us! How now? What means this passion at his name? Pardon, dear madam, 'tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Then thus: of many good I think him best.

Your reason? I have no other but a woman's reason. I think him so, because I think him so. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

his little speaking shows his love but small fire that's closest kept burns most of all they do not love that do not shew their love oh they love least that let men know their love i would i knew his mind peruse this paper madam to julia say from whom that the contents will shew

Say, say, who gave it thee? 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. 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 or else return no more into my sight to plead for love deserves more fee than hate will ye be gone that you may ruminate exit 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 a 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 profferor construe i oh 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 angrily I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is to call Luchetta back, And ask remission for my folly past. What ho! Luchetta! Re-enter Luchetta. What would your ladyship? Ist near dinner-time. I would it were, that you might kill your stomach On your meat, and not upon your maid. What ist that you took up so gingerly? Nothing. Why?

why didst thou stoop then to take a paper up that i let fall and is that paper nothing nothing concerning me then let it lie for those that it concerns madam it will not lie where it concerns unless it have a false interpreter some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme that i might sing it madam to a tune give me a note your ladyship can set

as little by such toys as may be possible best sing it to the tune of lighter love it is too heavy for so light a tune heavy belike it hath some burden then ay and melodious were it would you sing it and why not you i cannot reach so high let's see your song how now minion keep tune there still so you will sing it out

And yet methinks I do not like this tune. You do not? No, madam, it is too sharp. You, minion, are too saucy. Nay, now you are too flat, and mar the Concord with too harsh a descant. There wanteth but a mien to fill your song. The mien is drowned with your unruly bass. Indeed, I bid the bass for Proteus.

this babble shall 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 fingering them to anger me she makes it strange but she would be best pleased to be so angered with another letter exit nay would i were so angered with the same hateful hands to tear such loving words

injurious wasps to feed on such 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

O, poor wounded name! My bosom as a bed shall lodge thee Till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd, And thus I search it with a sov'reign 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 writ twice 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 on another now kiss embrace contend

do what you will re-enter lucetta madam dinner is ready and your father stays

well let us go what shall these papers lie like tell-tales here if you respect them best to take them up nay i was taken up for laying them down yet here they shall not lie for catching cold i see you have a month's mind to them ay madam you may say what sights you see i see things too although you judge i wink come come wilt please you go

Scene 3. The Same. Antonio's House. Enter Antonio and Pantino. Tell me, Pantino, what sad talk was that wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? T'was of his nephew, Proteus, your son. Why? What of him? He wondered 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 of 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 nor needst thou much importune me to that whereon this month i have been hammering

i have considered well his loss of time and how he cannot be a perfect man not being tried and tutored in the world experiences by industry achieved and perfected by the swift course of time

then tell me whither would i best to send him i think your lordship is not ignorant how his companion youthful valentine attends the emperor in his royal court i know it well 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 i like thy counsel

well hast thou advised and that thou mayst perceive how well i like it the execution of it shall make known even with the speediest expedition i will despatch him to the emperor's court to-morrow may it please you don alfonso with other gentlemen of good esteem

are journeying to salute the emperor and to commend their service to his will good company with them shall proteus go and in good time now will we break with him enter 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 our loves to seal our happiness with their consents o heavenly julia jul how now what letter are you reading there jul may it please your lordship tis a word or two of commendation sent from valentine

delivered by a friend that came from him. LENT ME THE LETTER, LET ME SEE WHAT NEWS. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes how happily he lives, how well beloved and daily graced by the Emperor, wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And how stand you affected to his wish?

as one relying on your lordship's will and not depending on his friendly wish my will is something sorted with his wish muse not that i thus suddenly proceed for what i will i will am there an end i am resolved 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. PANTHINO. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided. Please you, deliberate a day or two. XI. Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee. No more to stay, tomorrow thou must go. Come on, Panthino, you shall be employed to hasten on his expedition. EXIANT ANTONIO AND PANTHINO

Thus have I shunned the fire for fear of burning, and drenched me in the sea, where I am drowned. I feared 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 accepted most against my love. Oh, 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. Re-enter Pantheno. Soproteus, your father calls for you. He is in haste, therefore I pray you to go. Why, this it is. My heart accords thereto, and yet a thousand times it answers no. Axiom

End of Act 1.

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enter valentine and speed sir your glove val not mine my gloves are on sir why then this may be yours for this is but one val let me see ay give it me it's mine sweet ornament that decks a thing divine sylvia

Sylvia. Madam Sylvia! Madam Sylvia! How now, Syrah? She is not within hearing, sir. Why, sir, who bad 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 Sylvia? She that your worship loves? Why, help me!

How do you know that I am in love? "Marry, by these special marks. First, you have learned, like Ser Proteus, to wreathe your arms like a malicontent, 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 ABC, 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 Halimus.

You were wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock, when you walked, to walk like one of the lions, when you fasted, it was presently after dinner, when you looked sadly, it was for want of money. And now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you my master. Are—

all these things perceived in me they are all perceived without ye without me they cannot 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 Sylvia? She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper? Hast thou observed that? Even she, I mean. Why, sir, I know her not. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet knowest her not? Is she not hard favoured, sir? Not so fair, boy, as—

well favoured. GERALD. Sir, I know that well enough. GERALD. What dost thou know? GERALD. That she is not so fair as of you well favoured. GERALD. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite. GERALD. That's because the one is painted, and the other out of all count. GERALD. How painted!

painted, and how out of count. Merry sir, so painted to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty. How esteemest thou me I account of her beauty? You never saw her since she was deformed. How long hath she been deformed? Ever since you loved her. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and still I see her beautiful. If you love her you cannot see her, because love is blind.

oh that you had mine eyes or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to have when you chid at ser proteus for going ungartered what should i see then 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

belike boy then you are in love for last morning you could not see to wipe my shoes sir i was in love with my bed i thank you you swinged me for my love which makes me the bolder to chide you for yours

in conclusion i stand affected to her captain i would you were set so your affection would cease laura last night she enjoined me to write some lines to one she loves captain and have you laura i have captain are they not lamely writ laura no boy but as well as i can do them

Peace, here she comes. Oh, excellent motion, oh, exceeding puppet. Now will he interpret to her. Enter Sylvia. Madam and mistress, a thousand good morrows. Oh, give ye good even, here's a million of manners. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. He should give her interest, and she gives it him. As you enjoined 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. Now, trust me, madam, it came hardly off, for being ignorant to whom it goes, I writ it random, very doubtfully. Perchance you think too much of so much pains. No, madam, so I stead you, I will write, please you command, a thousand times as much,

and yet- 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 aside and yet you will and yet another yet what means your ladyship do you not like it yes yes the lines are very quaintly writ

Since unwillingly, take them again. Nay, take them. O madam, they are for you. 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. 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? Why, if it please you, take it for your labour.

and so good morrow servant exit oh 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 oh 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 for Madam Sylvia. 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? What need she, when she hath made you write to yourself? Why do you not perceive the jest?

No, believe me. BELIEVING you indeed, sir. But did you perceive her earnest? 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 delivered, and there an end. I would it were no worse. I'll warrant you tis as well.

for often have you writ to her and she in modest eye 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 dined. I but hearken, sir; though the chameleon love Can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished By my vittles, and would fain have meat. O, be not like your mistress, be moved, be moved.

Have patience, gentle Julia. JULIA. I must, where there is no remedy. GERMAN. When possibly I can, I will return. JULIA. If you turn not, you will return the sooner. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake, giving a ring. GERMAN. Why, then, we'll make exchange. Here, take you this. JULIA. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

here is my hand for my true constancy and when that hour o'erslips me in the day wherein i sigh not julia for thy sake the next ensuing hour some foul mischance torment me for my love's forgetfulness my father stays my coming answer not the tide is now nay

not thy tide of tears that tide will stay me longer than i should julia farewell exit julia what gone without a word ay so true love should do it cannot speak for truth hath better deeds than words to grace it enter panthino sir proteus you are stayed for go i come i come alas

This parting strikes poor lovers dumb. Exeunt. Scene 3. The same. A street. Enter Launce leading a dog. Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion like the prodigious sun, And am going with Ser Proteus to the Imperial's court.

i think crab my dog be the sourest natured dog that lives my mother weeping my father wailing my sister crying our maid howling our cat wringing her hands and all our house in a great perplexity yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear he is a stone a very pebble stone and has no more pity in him than a dog

a jew would have wept to have seen our parting why my grandam having no eyes look you wept herself blind at my parting nay i'll show you the manner of it this shoe is my father no this left shoe is my father no no this this left shoe is my mother nay that cannot be so neither yes it is so it is so it hath the worser soul

"'This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father. "'A vengeance, aunt, there tis. "'Now sit. "'This staff is my sister, for, look you, "'she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. "'This hat is Nan, our maid. "'I am the dog. "'No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog. "'Oh, the dog is me, and I am myself. "'Aye, so, so. "'Now come I to my father. "'Father, your blessing.'

Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping? Now should I kiss my father? Well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. Oh, that she could speak now like a woodwoman. Well, I kiss her. And why, there tis. Here's my mother's breath, up and down. Now come I to my sister. Mark the moan she makes.

Now, the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word, but see how I lay the dust with my tears. Enter Panthino. Launce, away, away, abroad! Thy master is shipped, and thou art to post after with oars. What's the matter? Why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! You'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer.

It is no matter if the tide were lost, for it is the unkindest tide that ever any man tied. What's the unkindest tide? Why, he that's tied here, Crabbe, my dog. Tut, man, I mean thou lose the flood, and in losing the flood lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage lose thy master, and in losing thy master lose thy service, and in losing thy service why dost thou stop my mouth? For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue. Where should I lose my tongue?

In thy tale. In thy tale? Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the service, and the tide. Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears. If the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs. Come, come away, man. I was sent to call thee. Sir, call me what thou darest. Wilt thou go? Well, I will go. Exeunt.

Servant. VALENTINE. Mistress. SERVANT. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. SERVANT. Ay, boy, it's for love. VALENTINE. Not of you. SERVANT. Of my mistress, then. SERVANT. 'T were good you knocked him. Servant, you are sad.

indeed madam i seem so captain seame you that you are not captain haply i do captain so do counterfeits captain so do you captain what seem i that i am not captain wise captain what instance of the contrary captain your folly captain and how quote you my folly captain i quote it in your jerkin captain my jerkin is a doublet captain why then i'll double your folly captain how captain what angry sir thurio

Do you change colour? GIV'H him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. That hath more mind to feed on your blood Than live in your air. 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? 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. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. 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 words. No more, gentlemen, no more. Here comes my father.

Enter Duke. "Now, daughter Sylvia, you are hard beset. So, Valentine, your father's in good health?"

"'What say you to a letter from your friends of much good news?' "'My lord, I will be thankful to any happy messenger from thence.' "'Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?' "'Aye, my good lord. "'I know the gentleman to be of worth and worthy estimation, "'and not without desert so well reputed.' "'Hath he not a son?' "'Aye, my good lord, a son that well deserves "'the honour and regard of such a father.' "'You know him well?'

i know him as myself for from our infancy we have conversed 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 unmelod, 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. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, he is as worthy for an empress's 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 wished a thing it had been he? Welcome him then according to his worth.

sylvia 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 exit 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 val but like that now she hath enfranchis'd them upon some other pawn for fealty

nay sure i think she holds them prisoners still lady love nay then he should be blind and being blind how could he see his way to seek out you lord why lady love hath twenty pair of eyes they say that love hath not an eye at all lord to see such lovers thurio as yourself upon a homely object love can wink lady have done have done here comes the gentleman

Exit Thurio. Enter Proteus. Welcome, dear Proteus. Mistress, I beseech you, confirm his welcome with some special favor. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither, if this be he you oft have wished to hear from. Mistress, it is. Sweet lady, entertain him to be my fellow-servant, your ladyship. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Not so, sweet lady, but—

to mean a servant to have a look of such a worthy mistress lady leave off discourse of disability sweet lady entertain him for your servant my duty will i boast of nothing else 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 re-enter thurio madam my lord your father would speak with you 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 sir e we'll both attend upon your ladyship now tell me how do all from whence you came sir e your friends are well and have them much commended sir e and how do yours sir e i left them all in health sir e how does your lady

and how thrives your love proteus my tales of love were wont to weary you i know you joy not in a love discourse proteus ay proteus but that life is alter'd now

I have done penance for condemning love, whose high, imperious thoughts have punished 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 chased sleep from my enthralled eyes, and made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.

O gentle Proteus, love's almighty 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. Enough, I read your fortune in your eye.

Was this the idol that you worshipped 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. Oh, flatter me, for love delights in praises. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills, and I must minister the like to you. Then speak the truth by her, if necessary.

If not divine, yet let her be a principality Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth. Except my mistress. Sweet, except not any. Except thou wilt accept against my love. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? And I will help thee to prefer her too. She shall be dignified with this high honour To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss—

and of so great a favour growing proud disdain to root the summer's swelling flower and make rough winter everlastingly br what braggartism is this val pardon me proteus all i can is nothing to her whose worth makes other worthies nothing

she is alone then let her alone 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 aft her for love thou know'st is full of jealousy but she loves you ay and we are betroth'd nay more our marriage hour with all the cunning manner of our flight determin'd of 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 proteus 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 val will you make haste proteus 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 or valentine's 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 thawed 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 oh

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 exit scene v the same a street enter speed and launce severally

"'Lance, by mine honesty, welcome to Millen.' "'Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. "'I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hanged, "'nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.' "'Come on, you madcap, out of the ale-house with you presently, "'where for one shot of five pence thou shalt have five thousand welcomes.'

But, Sarah, how did thy master part with Madam Julia? Mary, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. But shall she marry him? No. How then? Shall he marry her? No, neither. What, are they broken? No, they are both as whole as a fish. Why then, how stands the matter with them? Mary thus, when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.

What a block art thou that thou canst not. My staff understands me. What thou sayest? Ay, and what I do too. Look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. It stands under thee indeed. Why, stand under and understand is all one. But tell me true, wilt be a match?

Ask my dog. If he say aye, it will. If he say no, it will. If he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. The conclusion is then that it will. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. Tis well that I get it so.

but once how sayest thou that my master is become a notable lover i never knew him otherwise then how a notable lubber as thou reportest him to be why thou horse and ass thou mistakest me why fool i meant not thee i meant thy master i tell thee my master is become a hot lubber why i tell thee i care not though he burn himself in love

if thou wilt go with me to the ale-house if not thou art an hebrew a jew and not worth the name of a christian why because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale with a christian wilt thou go at thy service scene six the same the duke's palace enter proteus to leave my julia shall i be forsworn to love fair sylvia

shall i be forsworn to wrong my friend i shall be much forsworn and even that power which gave me first my oath provokes me to this three-fold perjury love bade me swear and love bids me forswear o sweet suggesting love if thou hast sin teach me thy tempted subject

to excuse it at first i did adore a twinkling star but now i worship a celestial sun unheedful vows may heedfully be broken and he wants wit that wants resolved will to learn his wit to exchange the bad for better

fie unrev'rend tongue to call her bad whose sov'reignty so oft thou hast preferr'd with twenty thousand sole confirming oaths i cannot leave to love and yet i do but there i leave to love where i should love julia i lose and valentine i lose

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself. If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, for Valentine, myself, for Julia, Sylvia, I to myself am dearer than a friend, for love is still most precious in itself, and Sylvia witness heaven that made her fair.

shows julia but a swarthy ethiop i will forget that julia is alive remembering that my love to her is dead and valentine i'll hold an enemy aiming at sylvia as a sweeter friend i cannot now prove constant to myself without some treachery used to valentine

this night he meaneth with a corded ladder to climb celestial sylvia's chamber window myself in council his competitor now presently i'll give her father notice of their disguising and pretended flight who all enraged will banish valentine for thurio he intends shall wed his daughter

Valentine being gone, Quickly cross by some sly trick, Blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift. EXIT SCENE VII VERONA JULIUS HOUSE

Enter Julia and Lucetta. "Counsel, Lucetta, gentle girl, assist me, and even in kind love I do conjure thee, who art the table wherein all my thoughts are visibly character'd and engraved, to lessen me, and tell me some good mien how, with my honour, I may undertake a journey to my loving Proteus."

Alas, the way is wearisome and long. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps, Much less shall she that hath love's wings to fly, And when the flight is made to one so dear Of such divine perfection as Sir Proteus. Better forbear till Proteus make return. O knowest thou not his looks are my soul's food?

pity the dearth that i have pined in my longing for that food so long a time didst thou but know the inly touch of love thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words i do not seek to quench your love's hot fire but qualify the fire's extreme rage lest it should burn above the bounds of reason

The more thou damp'st it up, the more it burns; The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st being stopp'd impatiently doth rage. But when his fair course is not hinder'd, He makes sweet music with th' enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to ev'ry sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course. I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, and make a pastime of each weary step, till the last step have brought me to my love, and there I'll rest, as after much turmoil a blessed soul doth in Elysium. But in what habit will you go along? Not like a woman, for I would prevent the loose encounters of lascivious men—but

Gentle Luchetta, fit me with such weeds as may beseem some well-reputed page. LUCETTA. Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair. LUCETTA. No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings with twenty-odd conceited true-love knots. To be fantastic may become a youth of greater time than I shall show to thee. LUCETTA. What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches? LUCETTA.

that fits as well as tell me good my lord what compass will you wear your farthingale why even what fashion thou best likest lucetta you must needs have them with a cot-piece madam out out lucetta that would be ill-favoured a round hose madam now is not worth a pin unless you have a cot-piece to stick pins on lucetta as thou lovest me let me have what thou think'st meet and is most mannerly

But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me For undertaking so unstaid a journey? I fear me it will make me scandalized. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Nay, that I will not. Then never dream on infamy, but go.

If Proteus like your journey when you come, No matter who's displeased when you are gone, I fear me he will scarce be pleased with all. LUCETTA. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear. A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances of infinite of love Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. LUCETTA. All these are servants to deceitful men. LUCETTA. Base men that use them to sow base effect!

But truer stars did govern Proteus's birth. His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. Now, as thou lovest me, do him not that wrong To bear a hard opinion of his truth. Only deserve my love by loving him.

and presently go with me to my chamber to take a note of what i stand in need of to furnish me upon mine longing journey all that is mine i leave at thy dispose my goods my lands my reputation only in lieu thereof dispatch me hence come answer not but to it presently i am impatient of my tarriance exeunt end of act two welcome to sephora i am looking for a perfume that is not too perfumy

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Come into your neighborhood Starbucks to enjoy free refills of hot or iced brewed coffee or tea. So stop in and stay a while. Your free refill is ready at Starbucks. Visit starbucks.com slash refills for details. Act 3 of The Two Gentlemen of Verona. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare. Act 3. Scene 1. Milan. The Duke's Palace.

enter duke thurio and proteus sir thurio give us leave i pray awhile we have some secrets to confer about exit thurio now tell me proteus what's your will with me my gracious lord that which i would discover 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 could draw from me no worthy prince sir valentine my friend this knight 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 stolen 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, which the required command me while I lived.

this love of theirs myself have often seen haply when they have judged me fast asleep and oftentimes purpose 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 shunned, I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find that which thyself hast now disclosed to me, and that thou mayest 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 conveyed away no noble lord they have devised a mean 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 sir v upon mine honour he shall never know that i had any light from thee of this sir a adieu my lord sir valentine is coming exit enter valentine sir a sir valentine whither away so fast

Please it, your grace, there is a messenger that stays to bear my letters to my friends, and I am going to deliver them. BE THEY OF MUCH IMPORT? A tenor of them doth but signify my health and happy being at your court. Nay, then, no matter. Stay with me a while. 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 sothurio to my daughter adolph i know it well my lord and sure the match 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, 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 now have been cherished by her childlike 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? There is a lady in Verona here 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

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. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her. 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 friends 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.' "'Aye, but the doors be locked, and keys kept safe, that no man hath recourse to her by night.'

"'What lets but one may enter at her window?' "'Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground, and built so showing that one cannot climb it without apparent hazard of his life.' "'Why, then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, to cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, would serve to scale another hero's tower so boldly and would adventure it?' "'Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, advise me where I may have such a ladder.' "'When would you use it?'

pray sir tell me that this very night for love is like a child that longs for every thing that he can come by by seven o'clock i'll get you such a ladder but hark thee i will go to her alone

How shall I best convey the latter thither? It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it under a cloak that is of any length. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Ay, my good lord. Then let me see thy cloak. I'll get me one of such another length. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me. What letter is the same? What's here?

"'To Sylvia, 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 sylvia nightly and slaves they are to me that send them flying oh could their master come and go as lightly himself would lodge where senseless they are lying my herald thoughts in thy pure bosom arrest them while i their king that hither them importune do curse the grace that with such grace hath blest 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 what's here sylvia this night i will enfranchise thee tis so and here's the ladder for the purpose why phaeton for thou art merop's 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 beast 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 bestowed on thee but if thou linger in my territories longer than the 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 begone 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 to die is to be banished from myself and sylvia is myself banished from her is self from self

a deadly banishment what light is light if sylvia be not seen what joy is joy if sylvia be not by unless it be to think that she is by and feed upon the shadow of perfection except i be by sylvia in the night there is no music in the nightingale unless i look on sylvia 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 cherisht 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 soho soho soho what seest thou soho him we go to find there's not a hair on's head but tis a valentine valentine soho no valentine soho who then his spirit soho neither valentine what then soho nothing soho can nothing speak

Master, shall I strike? Who wouldst thou strike? Nothing. Villain, forbear! Why, sir, I'll strike nothing. I pray you. Sirrah, I say, forbear! Friend Valentine, a word. My ears are stopped, and cannot hear good news. So much of bad already hath possessed them. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, for they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.

Is Sylvia dead? No, Valentine. No Valentine indeed for sacred Sylvia. Hath she forsworn me? No, Valentine. No, Valentine, if Sylvia have forsworn me. What is your news? Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. That thou art banished? Oh, that's the news.

from hence from sylvia and from me thy friend sylvia oh i have fed upon this woe already and now excess of it will make me surfeit does sylvia know that i am banished ay ay and she hath offered to the doom which unreversed stands in effectual force a sea of melting pearl which some call tears

those at her father's churlish feet she tendered 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'st have some malignant power upon my life

If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear, As ending anthem of my endless doler. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, 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 delivered 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, Sylvia, though not for thyself, Regard thy danger, and along with me. I pray thee, Lonson, if thou seest my boy, Bid him make haste, and meet me at the north gate. Go, Syrah, and find him out. Come, Valentine. O my dear Sylvia, hapless Valentine! I am but a fool. Look you!

and yet i have the wit to 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 paper

Enter speed. How now, Signior Lance? What news with your mastership?

With my master's ship? Why, it is at sea. Well, your old vice still mistake the word. What news then in your paper? The blackest news that ever thou heardest. Why, man, how black? Why as black as ink. Let me read them. Fie on thee, jolt-head, thou canst not read. Thou liest, I can. I will try thee. Tell me this, who begot thee? Man.

marry the son of my grandfather mary o illiterate loiterer it was the son of thy grandmother this proves that thou canst not read lear come fool come try me in thy paper mary there and st nicholas be thy speed

IMPREMUS, SHE CAN MILK. I, THAT SHE CAN. ITEM, SHE BREWS GOOD ALE. AND THEREOF COMES THE PROVERB, BLESSING OF YOUR HEART YOU BREW GOOD ALE. ITEM, SHE CAN SEW. THAT'S AS MUCH AS TO SAY CAN SHE SEW. ITEM, SHE CAN KNIT. WHAT NEED A MAN CARE FOR A STOCK WITH A WENCH WHEN SHE CAN KNIT HIM A STOCK? ITEM, SHE CAN WASH AND SCOUR. A

A special virtue, for then she need not be washed and scoured. Item, she can spin. Then may I set the world on wheels when she can spin for her living. Item, she hath many nameless virtues. That's as much as to say bastard virtues, that indeed know not their fathers and therefore have no names. Here follow her vices. Close at the heels of her virtues. Item, she is not to be kissed fasting in respect of her breath. Well, that's...

Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on. Item, she hath a sweet mouth. That makes amends for her sour breath. Item, she doth talk in her sleep. It's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. Item, she is slow in words. Oh, villain, that set this down among her vices!

To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue. I pray thee, outwith't, and place it for her chief virtue. Item, she is proud. Out with that too. It was Eve's legacy, and cannot be tain'd from her. Item, she hath no teeth.

I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. Item, she is cursed. Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. Item, she will often praise her liquor. If her liquor be good, she shall. If she will not, I will. For good things should be praised. Item, she is too liberal. Of her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she is slow of. Of her purse she shall not, for that I'll keep shut. Item, she is too liberal.

Now of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. Item. She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults. Stop there. I'll have her. She was mine and not mine twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. Item. She hath more hair than wit. More hair than wit. It may be. I'll prove it.

The 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. That's monstrous. Oh, that that were out. And more wealth than faults. Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well?

I'll have her, and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible. What then? Why, then will I tell thee, that thy master stays for thee at the north gate. For me? For thee. Ay, who art thou? He hath stayed for a better man than thee. And must I go to him? Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn. Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love letters!

exit 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 exit scene two the same the duke's palace enter duke and thurio

Thothurio, fear not, but that she will love you, now Valentine is banished from her sight. Since his exile she hath despised me most, Forsworn my company, and railed at me.

that I am desperate of obtaining her. This weak impress of love is as a figure trenched in ice, which with an hour's heat dissolves to water, and doth lose his form. A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, and worthless Valentine shall be forgot. Enter Proteus. How now, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman, according to our proclamation, gone? Gone, my good lord.

my daughter takes his going grievously. A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. So I believe. But Thurio thinks not so. Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee, for thou hast shown some sign of good desert, makes me the better to confer with thee. Longer than I prove loyal to your grace, let me not live to look upon your grace.

thou knowest how willingly i would effect the match between sir thurio and my daughter sir thurio i do my lord and also i think thou art not ignorant how she opposes her against my will sir thurio she did my lord when valentine was here sir thurio ay and perversely she perseveres so

what might we do to make the girl forget the love of valentine and love sir thurio the best way is to slander valentine with falsehood cowardice and poor descent

three things that women highly hold in hate ay but you'll think that it is spoke in hate ay if his enemy deliver it therefore it must with circumstance be spoken by one whom she esteemeth as his friend then you must undertake to slander him and that my lord i shall be loath to do

"'Tis an ill office for a gentleman, especially, against his very friend.' "'Where your good word cannot advantage him, your slander never can endamage him. Therefore the office is indifferent, being entreated to it by your friend.' "'You have prevailed, my lord. If I can do it by aught that I can speak in his dispraise, she shall not long continue love to him.'

but say this weed her love from valentine it follows not that she will love sir thurio sir thurio therefore as you unwind her love from him lest it should raffle and be good to none you must provide to bottom it on me

which must be done by praising me as much as you in worth, this prays Sir Valentine. And Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind, because we know on Valentine's report you are already love's firm votary, and cannot soon revolt and change your mind. Upon this warrant shall you have access where you with Sylvie may confer at large, for

for she is lumpish heavy melancholy and for your friend's sake will be glad of you where you may temper her by your persuasion to hate young valentine and love my friend val as much as i can do i will effect

but you sir thurio are not sharp enough you must lay lime to tangle her desires by wailful sonnets whose composed rhymes should be full fraught with serviceable vows ay much is the force of heaven-bred poesy say that upon the altar of her beauty you sacrifice your tears your sighs your heart

write till your ink be dry and with your tears moist it again and frame some feeling line that may discover such integrity

for orpheus's lute was strung with poets sinews whose golden touch could soften steel and stones make tigers tame and huge leviathans forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands after your dire lamenting elegies visit by night your lady's chamber window with some sweet concert

to their instruments tune a deploring dump the night's dead silence will well become such sweet complaining grievance this or else nothing will inherit her this discipline shows thou hast been in love and thy advice this night i'll put in practice therefore sweet proteus my direction giver let us into the city presently to sort some gentlemen well skilled in music

I have a sonnet that will serve the turn to give the onset to thy good advice. About it, gentlemen. We'll wait upon your grace till after supper, and afterward determine our proceedings. Even now about it, I will pardon you. Exeunt. End of Act 3.

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Fellows, stand fast. I see a passenger. If there be ten, shrink not, but down with them. Enter Valentine, and speed. Stand, sir, and throw us what you have about ye. If not, we'll make you sit and rifle you. Sir, we are undone. These are the villains that all the travellers do fear so much. My friends? That's not so, sir. We are your enemies.

Peace. We'll hear him. Aye, by my beard will we, for he's a proper man. Then know that I have little wealth to lose. A man I crossed with

adversity my riches are these poor habiliments of which if you should here disfurnish me you take the sum and substance that i have where travel you to verona which came you from milan have you long sojourned there some sixteen months and longer might have stayed if crooked fortune had not thwarted me what were you banished since i was

for what offense for that which now torments me to rehearse i kill the man whose death i much repent

but yet i slew him manfully in fight without false vantage or base treachery king why ne'er repent it if it were done so but were you banished for so small a fault king i was and held me glad of such a doom king have you the tongues

my youthful travel therein made me happy or else i often had been miserable by the bare scalp of robin hood's fat friar this fellow were a king for our wild faction we'll have him says a word master be one of them it's an honorable kind of thievery peace villain tell us this

have you anything to take to nothing but my fortune know then that some of us are gentlemen such as the fury of ungoverned youth thrust from the company of awful men myself was from verona banished for practicing to steal away a lady an heir and near allied unto the duke and i from mantua for a gentleman who in my mood

i stabbed unto the heart and i for such petty crimes as these but to the purpose for we cite our faults that they may hold excuse our lawless lives and partly seeing you are beautified with goodly shape and by your own report a linguist and a man of such perfection as we do in our quality much want indeed

because you are a banished man therefore above the rest we parley to you are you content to be our general to make a virtue of necessity and live as we do in this wilderness

What sayest thou? Wilt thou be of our consort? Say aye, and be the captain of us all. We'll do thee homage and be ruled by thee. Love thee as our commander and our king. But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offered. I take your offer, and will live with you.

provided that you do no outrages on silly women or poor passengers. No, we detest such vile base practices. Come, go with us. We'll bring thee to our cruise, and show thee all the treasure we have got, which, with ourselves, all rest at thy dispose. Exeunt. Scene 2. Milan. Outside the Duke's palace, under Sylvia's chamber. Enter Proteus.

already i have been false to valentine and now i must be as unjust to thurio under the colour of commending him i have access my own love to prefer but sylvia is too fair too true too holy to be corrupted with my worthless gifts when i protest true loyalty to her she twits me with my falsehood to my friend

when to her beauty i commend my vows she bids me think how i have been forsworn in breaking faith with julia whom i loved and notwithstanding all her sudden quips the least whereof would quell a lover's hope yet spaniel like the more she spurns my love the more it grows and fauneth on her still but here comes thurio

Now must we to her window, and give some evening music to her ear. Enter Thurio and musicians. How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love will creep in service where it cannot go. Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. Sir, why?

but I do, or else I would be hence. Who, Sylvia? Aye, Sylvia, for your sake. I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen, let's tune and do it lustily a while. Enter at a distance, host and Julia in boys' clothes. Now, my young guest, methinks you're early, Charlie.

I pray you, why is it? Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for. But shall I hear him speak? Ay, that you shall. That will be music. Music plays. Hark! Hark! Is he among these? Ay, but peace, let's hear him.

song who is sylvia what is she that all our swains commend her holy fair and wise is she the heaven such grace did lend her that she might admired be is she kind as she is fair for beauty lives with kindness

Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness, And being helped inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling. To her let us garlands bring. How now, are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man?

The music likes you not. You mistake. The musician likes me not. Why, my pretty youth? He plays false, father. How? Out of tune on the strings? Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heart-strings. You have a quick ear. Aye.

I would I were deaf. It makes me have a slow heart. I perceive you delight not in music. Not a whit when it jars so. Hark! what fine change is in the music. Ay, that change is the spite. You would have them always play but one thing? I would always have one play but one thing.

but host doth this sir proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman sir proteus i'll tell you what launce his man told me he loved her out of all nick

Where is Launce? Gone to seek his dog, Which to-morrow, by his master's command, He must carry for a present to his lady. Peace! stand aside, the company parts. Sir Thurio, fear not you, I will so plead, That you shall say my cunning drift excels. Where meet we? At St. Gregory's well. Farewell. Exeunt Thurio and Musicians

enter sylvia above sylvia madam good even to your ladyship sylvia i thank you for your music gentlemen lady who is that that spake sylvia one lady if you knew his pure heart's truth

you would quickly learn to know him by his voice sir proteus as i take it sir proteus gentle lady and your servant what's your will that i may compass yours you have your wish my will is even this that presently you hie you home to bed thou subtle perjured false disloyal man

think'st thou i am so shallow so conceitless to be seduced by thy flattery that has deceived so many with thy house return return and make thy love amends

for me by this pale queen of night i swear i am so far from granting thy request that i despise thee for thy wrongful suit and by and by intend to chide myself even for this time i spend in talking to thee i grant sweet love that i did love a lady but she is dead twere false if i should speak it

for I am sure she is not buried. Say that she be. Yet Valentine, thy friend, survives, to whom, thy self-art witness, I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed to wrong him with thy importunacy? I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. And so suppose am I, for in his grave, assure thyself, my love is buried. Sweet lady,

Let me rake it from the earth. Go to thy lady's grave, and call hers thence, Or at the least in hers sepulchre thine. Aside, he heard not that. Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, vouchsafe me yet Your picture for my love, the picture that is hanging in your chamber. To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep.

For since the substance of your perfect self is else devoted, I am but a shadow, and to your shadow will I make true love. ASIDE. If t'were a substance, you would sure deceive it, and make it but a shadow, as I am. ASIDE. I am very loath to be your idol, sir. ASIDE.

but since your falsehood shall become you well to worship shadows and adore false shapes send to me in the morning and i'll send it and so good rest as wretches have o'er night that wait for execution in the morn aksiant proteus sent sylvia severally host will you go oh by my halidom i was fast asleep

Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus? Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think tis almost day. Not so, but it hath been the longest night that e'er I watched, and the most heaviest. Exeunt. Scene 3. The same. Enter Eglimore. This is the hour that Madam Sylvia entreated me to call and know her mind. There's some great matter she'll employ me in.

madam madam enter sylvia above sylvia who calls sir eglamour your servant and your friend one that attends your ladyship's command sylvia sir eglamour a thousand times good morrow sir eglamour as many worthy lady to yourself

according to your ladyship's impose i am thus early come to know what service it is your pleasure to command me in o eglamour thou art a gentleman think not i flatter for i swear i do not valiant wise remorseful well accomplished thou art not ignorant what dear good-will i bear unto the banished valentine nor how my father would enforce me marry vain thurio whom my very soul abhors

thyself hast loved and i have heard thee say no grief did ever come so near thy heart as when thy lady and thy true love died upon whose grave thou vouchedst pure chastity sir eglamour i would to valentine to mantua where i hear he makes abode and for the ways are dangerous to pass i do desire thy worthy company upon whose faith and honour i repose

urge not my father's anger eglamour but think upon my grief a lady's grief and on the justice of my flying hands to keep me from a most unholy match which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues i do desire thee even from a heart as full of sorrows as the sea of sands to bear me company and go with me if not

hide what I have said to thee, that I may venture to depart alone. Madam, I pity much your grievances, which since I know they virtuously are placed, I give consent to go along with you, wrecking as little what betideth me, as much I wish all good be fortune you.

when will you go this evening coming where shall i meet you at friar patrick's cell where i intend holy confession i will not fail your ladyship good morrow gentle lady good morrow kind sir eglamour scene four the same enter launce with his dog when a man's servant shall play the cur with him look you it goes hard

"'One that I brought up of a puppy. "'One that I saved from drowning "'when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. "'I have taught him, even as one would say precisely, "'thus I would teach a dog. "'I was sent to deliver him as a present "'to Mistress Sylvia from my master. "'And I came no sooner into the dining-chamber, "'but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon's leg.'

"'Oh, tis a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies. I would have, as one should say, one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be, as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had more wit than he to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for it. Sure as I live he had suffered for it. You shall judge.'

he thrusts me himself into the company of three or four gentlemanlike dogs under the duke's table he had not been there bless the mark a pissing while but all the chamber smelt him

"'Out with the dog,' says one. "'What cur is that?' says another. "'Whip him out,' says the third. "'Hang him up,' says the duke. "'I, having been acquainted with the smell before, "'knew that it was crab, "'and goes me to the fellow that whips the dogs. "'Friend,' quoth I, "'you mean to whip the dog?' "'Aye, Mary, do I,' quoth he. "'You do him the more wrong,' quoth I. "'Twas I did the thing you wot of.'

he makes me no more ado but whips me out of the chamber how many masters would do this for his servant nay i'll be sworn i have sat in the stocks for puddings he hath stolen otherwise he had been executed i have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed otherwise he had suffered for it thou think'st not of this now

nay i remember the trick you served me when i took my leave of madam sylvia did not i bid thee still mark me and do as i do when didst thou see me heave up my leg and make water against a gentlewoman's farthingale didst thou ever see me do such a trick enter proteus and julia sebastian is thy name

i like thee well and will employ thee in some service presently lanc in what you please i'll do what i can i hope thou wilt to lance how now you horse and peasant

Where have you been these two days loitering? Mary, sir, I carried mistress Sylvia the dog you bade me. And what says she to my little jewel? Mary, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present. But she received my dog. No, indeed, did she not? Here have I brought him back again. What, didst thou offer her this from me? Ay, sir,

the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman boys in the market-place and then on mine own who is a dog as big as ten of yours and therefore the gift the greater go get thee hence and find my dog again or ne'er return again into my sight away i say stay'st thou to vex me here a slave that's still an end turns me to shame

Sebastian, I have entertained thee, partly that I have need of such a youth that can, with some discretion, do my business, for tis no trusting to yond foolish lout, but chiefly for thy face, and thy behaviour, which, if my augury deceive me not, witness good bringing up, fortune and truth. Therefore know thou, for this I entertain thee.

go presently and take this ring with thee deliver it to madam sylvia she loved me well delivered it to me sylvia it seems you loved not her to leave her token

She is dead, belike. BELIQUE. Not so. I think she lives. ALAS! Why dost thou cry, alas? ALI. I cannot choose but pity her. Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? ALI. Because methinks that she loved you as well as you do love your lady Sylvia. She dreams of him that has forgot her love. You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary.

And thinking of it makes me cry. Alas! Well, give her that ring, and therewithal this letter. Thatís her chamber. Tell, my lady, I claim the promise for her heavenly picture. Your message done. High home unto my chamber, where thou shalt find me sad and solitary. EXIT How many women would do such a message?

Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd a fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs. Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him that with his very heart despiseth me? Because he loves her he despiseth me; because I love him I must pity him. This ring I gave him when he parted from me, to bind him to remember my good will.

and now am i unhappy messenger to plead for that which i would not obtain to carry that which i would have refused to praise his faith which i would have dispraised i am my master's true confirm'd love but cannot be true servant to my master unless i prove false traitor to myself yet will i woo for him but yet so coldly as heav'n it knows i would not have him speed

enter sylvia attended gentlewoman good day i pray you be my mien to bring me where to speak with madam sylvia what would you with her if that i be she if you be she i do entreat your patience to hear me speak the message i am sent on from whom from my master sir proteus madam oh he sends you for a picture ay madam ursula bring my picture here go

Give your master this. Tell him from me, one Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, would better fit his chamber than this shadow. Madam, please you peruse this letter. Pardon me, madam, I have unadvised delivered you a paper that I should not. This is the letter to your ladyship. I pray thee, let me look on that again. It may not be. Good madam, pardon me. There, hold. I will not look upon your master's lines.

i know they are stuffed with protestations and full of new-found oaths which he will break as easily as i do tear his paper jul madame he sends your ladyship this ring jul the more shame for him that he sends it me for i have heard him say a thousand times his julia gave it him at his departure

though his false finger hath profan'd the ring mine shall not do his julia so much wrong julia she thanks you julia what say'st thou julia i thank you madam that you tender her poor gentlewoman my master wrongs her much julia dost thou know her julia almost as well as i do know myself

To think upon her woes I do protest That I have wept a hundred several times. Elike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. I think she doth, and that's her cause of sorrow. Is she not passing fair? She hath been fairer, madam, than she is. When she did think my master loved her well, She in my judgment was as fair as you. But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away—

the air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks and pinch'd the lily tincture of her face that now she is become as black as i how tall was she about my stature for at pentecost when all our pageants of delight were play'd our youth got me to play the woman's part and i was trimm'd in madam julia's gown which serv'd me as fit by all mens judgments as if the garment had been made for me therefore i know she is about my height

and at that time i made her weep a good for i did play a lamentable part madam twas ariadne passioning for theseus perjury and unjust flight which i so lively acted with my tears that my poor mistress mov'd therewithal wept bitterly and would i might be dead if i in thought felt not her very sorrow she is beholding to thee gentle youth alas poor lady desolate and left

i weep myself to think upon thy words here youth there is my purse i give thee this for thy sweet mistress's sake because thou lovest her farewell exit silvia with attendance and she shall thank you for it if e'er you know her a virtuous gentlewoman mild and beautiful i hope my master's suit will be but cold since she respects my mistress's love so much

Alas! how love can trifle with itself! Here is her picture. Let me see. I think if I had such attire this face of mine were full as lovely as is this of hers. And yet—the painter flattered her a little—unless I flatter with myself too much. Her hair is auburn; mine is perfect yellow. If that be all the difference in his love I'll get me such a coloured periwig.

her eyes are gray as glass and so are mine ay but her forehead's low and mine's as high what should it be that he respects in her but that i can make respective in myself if this fond love were not a blinded god come shadow come and take this shadow up for tis thy rival o thou senseless form thou shalt be worship'd kiss'd lov'd and ador'd

And were there sense in his idolatry, My substance should be statu'd in thy stead. O use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake That us'd me so, or else by Jove I vow I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes To make my master out of love with thee. Exit. End of Act 4. Eczema isn't always obvious, but it's real, And so is the relief from Evglus.

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enter eglamour the sun begins to gild the western sky and now it is about the very hour that sylvia at friar patrick's cell should meet me she will not fail for lovers break not hours unless it be to come before their time so much they spur their expedition see where she comes enter sylvia lady a happy evening

Go on, good Eglemore, out at the postern by the abbey wall. I fear I am attended by some spies. Fear not. The forest is not three leagues off. If we recover that, we are sure enough.

Sir Proteus, what says Sylvia to my suit? Oh, sir, I find her milder than she was, and yet she takes exceptions at your person. What, that my leg is too long? No, that it is too little. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. Aside, but love will not be spurred to what it loathes. What says she to my face? She says...

it is a fair one nay then the wanton lies my face is black but pearls are fair and the old saying is black men are pearls in beauteous ladies eyes

Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes, For I had rather wink than look on them. How likes she my discourse? Ill when you talk of war. But well when I discourse of love and peace? But better indeed when you hold your peace. What says she to my valour? O sir, she makes no doubt of that.

ASIDE She needs naught when she knows it cowardice. What says she to my birth? That you are well derived. ASIDE True, from a gentleman to a fool. Considers she my possessions? Oh, aye, and pities them. Wherefore? ASIDE

that such an ass should owe them duke that they are out by lease here comes the duke enter duke duke how now sir proteus how now thurio which of you saw sir eglamour of late duke not i

"'Nor I.' "'Saw you my daughter?' "'Neither.' "'Why, then! She's fled under that peasant Valentine, and Eglmore is in her company. "'Tis true, for Friar Lawrence met them both, as he in penance wandered through the forest. "'Him he knew well, and guessed that it was she, but being masked he was not sure of it. "'Besides, she did intend confession at St. Patrick's cell this evening.'

and there she was not these likelihoods confirm her flight from hence therefore i pray you stand not to discourse but mount you presently and meet with me upon the rising of the mountain foot that leads towards mantua whither they are fled despatch sweet gentlemen and follow me exit b why this it is to be a peevish girl that flies her fortune when it follows her

All after. More to be revenged on Eglomor than for the love of reckless Sylvia. Exit. And I will follow. More for Sylvia's love than hate of Eglomor that goes with her. Exit. And I will follow. More to cross that love than hate for Sylvia that is gone for love. Exit. Scene 3. The Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest. Enter Outlaws with Sylvia.

come come be patient we must bring you to our captain a thousand more mischances than this one have learned me how to brook this patiently come bring her away where is a gentleman that was with her being nimble-footed he hath outrun us but moises and valerius follow him

go thou with her to the west end of the wood there is our captain we'll follow him that's fled the thicket is beset he cannot escape come i must bring you to our captain's cave fear not he bears an honourable mind and will not use a woman lawlessly valentine this i endure for thee

SCENE IV Another Part of the Forest Enter Valentine. VALENTINE. How used doth breed a habit in a man? This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, and to the nightingale's complaining notes tune my distresses and record my woes.

O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless, Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was. Repair me with thy presence, Sylvia, Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain. What hallowing and what stir is this to-day? These are my mates that make their wills their law, Have some unhappy passenger in chase.

They love me well, yet I have much to do To keep them from uncivil outrages. Withdraw thee, Valentine, Whose this comes here. Enter Proteus, Sylvia, and Julia. PROTEUS. Madam, this service I have done for you, Though you respect, not aught your servant doth, To hazard life and rescue from him That would have forced your honour and your love.

vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look a smaller boon than this i cannot beg and less than this i am sure you cannot give how like a dream is this i see and hear love lend me patience to forbear awhile

unhappy that i am. Unhappy were you, madam, ere i came; but by my coming I have made you happy. By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. And me, when he approacheth to your presence. Seized by a hungry lion, I would have been a breakfast to the beast, rather than have false Proteus rescue me.

o heaven be judge how i love valentine whose life's as tender to me as my soul and full as much for more there cannot be i do detest false perjur'd therefore be gone solicit me no more what dangerous action stood it next to death would i not undergo for one calm look

tis the curse in love and still approved when women cannot love where there be love when proteus cannot love where he's beloved read over julia's heart thy first best love for whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith into a thousand oaths and all those oaths descended into perjury to love me

thou hast no faith left now unless thou'dst two and that's far worse than none better have none than plural faith which is too much by one thou counterfeit to thy true friend in love who respects friend all men but proteus nay if the gentle spirit of moving words can no way change you to a milder form will you like a soldier at arm's end

and love you gainst the nature of love force ye. O heaven! I'll force thee, yield to my desire. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, thou friend of an ill fashion. Valentine. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love for such as a friend now. Treacherous man, thou hast beguiled my hopes.

naught but mine eye could have persuaded me now i dare not say i have one friend alive thou wouldst disprove me who should be trusted when one's own right hand is perjured to the bosom proteus i am sorry i must never trust thee more but count the world a stranger for thy sake

The private wound is deepest, O time most accurst, 'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst. My shame and guilt confounds me. Forgive me, Valentine, if hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence. I tender't here; I do as truly suffer As e'er I did commit. Then I am paid.

and once again i do receive thee honest who by repentance is not satisfied is nor of heaven nor earth for these are pleas'd by penitence th'eternal's wraths appeas'd that my love may appear plain and free all that was mine in sylvia i give thee me unhappy swoon's look to the boy why boy why wag how now what's the matter

Look up, speak. JULIET. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madame Sylvia, which out of my neglect was never done. GERALD. Where is that ring, boy? JULIET. Here 'tis. This is it. GERALD. How! Let me see. Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia. JULIET. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook. This is the ring you sent to Sylvia. GERALD.

How cam'st thou by this ring? At my depart I gave this unto Julia. And Julia herself did give it me, And Julia herself hath brought it hither. How, Julia? Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertained 'em deeply in her heart. How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!

O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush. Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment, If shame live in a disguise of love. It is the lesser blot modesty finds, Women to change their shapes than men their minds. Then men their minds, 'tis true. O Heaven, were man but constant, he were perfect.

that one error fills him with faults makes him run through all the sins in constancy falls off ere it begins what is in sylvia's face but i may spy more fresh in julia's with a constant eye come come a hand from either let me be blest to make this happy close

T'were pity two such friends should be long foes. ARIEL Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for ever. LUCIA And I mine. Enter Outlaws with Duke and Thurio. ARIEL A prize! A prize! A prize! LUCIA Forbear, forbear, I say, it is my lord the Duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced.

banished valentine sir valentine yonder is sylvia and sylvia's mine furio give back or else embrace thy death come not within the measure of my wrath do not name sylvia thine if once again verona shall not hold thee here she stands take but possession of her with a touch i dare thee but to breathe upon my love sir valentine i care not for her

I hold him but a fool that will endanger his body for a girl that loves him not. I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. The more degenerate and base art thou to make such means for her as thou hast done, and leave her on such slight condition. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, and think thee worthy of an empress' love.

No, then, I here forget all former griefs. Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, plead a new state in thy unrivalled merit, to which I thus subscribe, Sir Valentine. Thou art a gentleman, and well derived. Take thou my Sylvia, for thou hast deserved her. I thank your grace. The gift hath made me happy.

i now beseech you for your daughter's sake to grant one boon that i shall ask of you i grant it for thine own whate'er it be these banish'd men that i have kept withal are men endued with worthy qualities forgive them what they have committed here and let them be recalled from their exile

they are reformed civil full of good and fit for great employment worthy lord lord thou hast prevailed i pardon them and thee dispose of them as thou knowest their deserts come let us go we will include all jars with triumphs mirth and rare solemnity and as we walk along i dare be bold with our discourse to make your grace to smile

what think you of this page my lord i think the boy hath grace in him he blushes i warrant you my lord more grace than boy what mean you by that saying please you i'll tell you as we pass along that you will wonder what hath fortune come proteus tis your penance but to hear the story of your love's discovery that done our day of marriage shall be yours

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