TPTT The Two Gentlemen of Verona: ACT II
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
SCENE I. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
SCENE II. Verona. JULIA'S house.
SCENE III. The same. A street.
SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
SCENE V. The same. A street.
SCENE VI. The same. The DUKE'S palace.
SCENE VII. Verona. JULIA'S house.
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
About the Play
Feedback
  Search:   
for:

Amazon Honor System Click Here to Pay Learn More
SCENE IV. Milan. The DUKE's palace.
Enter SILVIA, VALENTINE, THURIO, and SPEED
SILVIA
      Servant!
VALENTINE
      Mistress?
SPEED
      Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.
VALENTINE
      Ay, boy, it's for love.
SPEED
5     Not of you.
VALENTINE
      Of my mistress, then.
SPEED
      'Twere good you knocked him.
Exit
SILVIA
      Servant, you are sad.
VALENTINE
      Indeed, madam, I seem so.
THURIO
10    Seem you that you are not?
VALENTINE
      Haply I do.
THURIO
      So do counterfeits.
VALENTINE
      So do you.
THURIO
      What seem I that I am not?
VALENTINE
15    Wise.
THURIO
      What instance of the contrary?
VALENTINE
      Your folly.
THURIO
      And how quote you my folly?
VALENTINE
      I quote it in your jerkin.
THURIO
20    My jerkin is a doublet.
VALENTINE
      Well, then, I'll double your folly.
THURIO
      How?
SILVIA
      What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour?
VALENTINE
      Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon.
THURIO
25    That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live
      in your air.
VALENTINE
      You have said, sir.
THURIO
      Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.
VALENTINE
      I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin.
SILVIA
30    A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.
VALENTINE
      'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver.
SILVIA
      Who is that, servant?
VALENTINE
      Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir
      Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship's looks,
35    and spends what he borrows kindly in your company.
THURIO
      Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall
      make your wit bankrupt.
VALENTINE
      I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words,
      and, I think, no other treasure to give your
40    followers, for it appears by their bare liveries,
      that they live by your bare words.
SILVIA
      No more, gentlemen, no more:--here comes my father.
Enter DUKE
DUKE
      Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
      Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:
45    What say you to a letter from your friends
      Of much good news?
VALENTINE
      My lord, I will be thankful.
      To any happy messenger from thence.
DUKE
      Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?
VALENTINE
50    Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
      To be of worth and worthy estimation
      And not without desert so well reputed.
DUKE
      Hath he not a son?
VALENTINE
      Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves
55    The honour and regard of such a father.
DUKE
      You know him well?
VALENTINE
      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,
60    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;
65    His head unmellow'd, 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.
DUKE
70    Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
      He is as worthy for an empress' love
      As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.
      Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me,
      With commendation from great potentates;
75    And here he means to spend his time awhile:
      I think 'tis no unwelcome news to you.
VALENTINE
      Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he.
DUKE
      Welcome him then according to his worth.
      Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Thurio;
80    For Valentine, I need not cite him to it:
      I will send him hither to you presently.
Exit
VALENTINE
      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.
SILVIA
85    Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
      Upon some other pawn for fealty.
VALENTINE
      Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.
SILVIA
      Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind
      How could he see his way to seek out you?
VALENTINE
90    Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.
THURIO
      They say that Love hath not an eye at all.
VALENTINE
      To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
      Upon a homely object Love can wink.
SILVIA
      Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman.
Exit THURIO
Enter PROTEUS
VALENTINE
95    Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you,
      Confirm his welcome with some special favour.
SILVIA
      His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
      If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.
VALENTINE
      Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
100   To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.
SILVIA
      Too low a mistress for so high a servant.
PROTEUS
      Not so, sweet lady: but too mean a servant
      To have a look of such a worthy mistress.
VALENTINE
      Leave off discourse of disability:
105   Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.
PROTEUS
      My duty will I boast of; nothing else.
SILVIA
      And duty never yet did want his meed:
      Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.
PROTEUS
      I'll die on him that says so but yourself.
SILVIA
110   That you are welcome?
PROTEUS
      That you are worthless.
Re-enter THURIO
THURIO
      Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.
SILVIA
      I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
      Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome:
115   I'll leave you to confer of home affairs;
      When you have done, we look to hear from you.
PROTEUS
      We'll both attend upon your ladyship.
Exeunt SILVIA and THURIO
VALENTINE
      Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came?
PROTEUS
      Your friends are well and have them much commended.
VALENTINE
120   And how do yours?
PROTEUS
      I left them all in health.
VALENTINE
      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.
VALENTINE
125   Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now:
      I have done penance for contemning Love,
      Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
      With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
      With nightly tears and daily heart-sore sighs;
130   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 a mighty lord,
      And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
135   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.
PROTEUS
140   Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
      Was this the idol that you worship so?
VALENTINE
      Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint?
PROTEUS
      No; but she is an earthly paragon.
VALENTINE
      Call her divine.
PROTEUS
145   I will not flatter her.
VALENTINE
      O, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
PROTEUS
      When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
      And I must minister the like to you.
VALENTINE
      Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
150   Yet let her be a principality,
      Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.
PROTEUS
      Except my mistress.
VALENTINE
      Sweet, except not any;
      Except thou wilt except against my love.
PROTEUS
155   Have I not reason to prefer mine own?
VALENTINE
      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
160   And, of so great a favour growing proud,
      Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
      And make rough winter everlastingly.
PROTEUS
      Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this?
VALENTINE
      Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing
165   To her whose worth makes other worthies nothing;
      She is alone.
PROTEUS
      Then let her alone.
VALENTINE
      Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own,
      And I as rich in having such a jewel
170   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 see'st me dote upon my love.
      My foolish rival, that her father likes
175   Only for his possessions are so huge,
      Is gone with her along, and I must after,
      For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy.
PROTEUS
      But she loves you?
VALENTINE
      Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our,
180   marriage-hour,
      With all the cunning manner of our flight,
      Determined of; how I must climb her window,
      The ladder made of cords, and all the means
      Plotted and 'greed on for my happiness.
185   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,
190   And then I'll presently attend you.
VALENTINE
      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,
195   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?
200   She is fair; and so is Julia that I love--
      That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
      Which, like a waxen image, 'gainst a fire,
      Bears no impression of the thing it was.
      Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
205   And that I love him not as I was wont.
      O, but I love his lady too too much,
      And that's the reason I love him so little.
      How shall I dote on her with more advice,
      That thus without advice begin to love her!
210   '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 cheque my erring love, I will;
215   If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.
Exit
Return to top of page ... or ... Go to next scene