Jul.If you be she, I do entreat your patienceTo hear me speak the message I am sent on.Sil.From whom?110Jul.From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.Sil.O, he sends you for a picture.Jul.Ay, madam.Sil.Ursula, bring my picture there.Go give your master this: tell him, from me,115One Julia, that his changing thoughtsforget,Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.Jul.Madam,please you perusethis letter.—Pardon me, madam; I have unadvisedDeliver’d you a paper that I should not:120This is the letter to your ladyship.Sil.I pray thee, let me look on that again.Jul.It may not be; good madam, pardon me.Sil.There, hold!I will not look upon your master’s lines:IV. 4.125I know they are stuff’d with protestations,And full of new-found oaths; which he will breakAseasilyas I do tear his paper.Jul.Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.Sil.The more shame for him that he sends it me;130For I have heard him say a thousand timesHis Julia gave it him at his departure.Though his false finger have profaned the ring,Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.Jul.She thanks you.135Sil.What say’st thou?Jul.I thank you, madam, that you tender her.Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.Sil.Dost thouknow her?Jul.Almost as well as I do know myself:140To think upon her woes I do protestThat I have wept a hundred several times.Sil.Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.Jul.I think she doth; and that’s her cause of sorrow.Sil.Is she not passing fair?145Jul.She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:When she did think my master loved her well,She, in my judgement, was as fair as you;But since she did neglect her looking-glass,And threw her sun-expelling mask away,IV. 4.150The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks,Andpinch’dthe lily-tincture of her face,That now she is become as black as I.Sil.How tall was she?Jul.About my stature: for, at Pentecost,155When 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 served me as fit, by all men’sjudgements,As if the garment had been made for me:160Therefore I know she is about my height.And at that time I made her weepagood,For I did play a lamentable part:Madam, ’twas Ariadne passioningFor Theseus’ perjury and unjust flight;165Which I so lively acted with my tears,That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,If I in thoughtfeltnot her very sorrow!Sil.She isbeholdingto thee, gentle youth.170Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!I weep myself to think upon thy words.Here, youth, there ismy purse: I give thee thisFor thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lovest her.Farewell.Exit Silvia, with attendants.IV. 4.175Jul.And she shall thank you for’t, if e’er you know her.A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,Since she respectsmy mistress’love so much.Alas, how love can trifle with itself!180Here is her picture: let me see; I think,If I had such a tire, this face of mineWere full as lovely as is this of hers:And yet the painter flatter’d her a little,Unless I flatter with myself too much.185Her hair isauburn, mine is perfect yellow:If that be all the difference in his love,I’ll get me such a colour’d periwig.Her eyes aregrey as glass; and so are mine:Ay, but her forehead’s low, andmine’s as high.190What should it be that he respects in her,But 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,193Thou shalt be worshipp’d, kiss’d, loved, and adored!And, were there sense in his idolatry,My substance should bestatuein thy stead.I’ll use thee kindly for thy mistress’ sake,That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,IV. 4.200I should have scratch’d outyourunseeing eyes,To make my master out of love with thee!Exit.ACT V.V. 1Scene I.Milan. An abbey.EnterEglamour.Egl.The sun begins to gild the western sky;And now it is about the very hourThatSilvia, atFriarPatrick’s cell, should meet me.She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,5Unless it be to come before their time;So much they spur their expedition.See where she comes.EnterSilvia.Lady, a happy evening!Sil.Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,Out at the postern by the abbey-wall:10I fear I am attended by some spies.Egl.Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;If we recover that,we aresure enough.Exeunt.IV. 2Scene II.The same.TheDuke’spalace.EnterThurio, Proteus, andJulia.Thu.Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?Pro.O, sir, I find her milder than she was;And yet she takes exceptions at your person.Thu.What, that my leg is too long?5Pro.No; that it is too little.Thu.I’ll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.Jul.[Aside] But lovewill not be spurr’d to what it loathes.Thu.What says she to my face?Pro.She says it is a fair one.10Thu.Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black.Pro.But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes.Jul.[Aside] ’Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes;For I had rather wink than look on them.15Thu.How likes she my discourse?Pro.Ill, when you talk of war.Thu.But well, when I discourse of love and peace?Jul.[Aside]But better, indeed, when youholdyour peace.Thu.What says she to my valour?20Pro.O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.Jul.[Aside]She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.Thu.What says she to my birth?Pro.That you are well derived.Jul.[Aside]True; from a gentleman to a fool.V. 2.25Thu.Considers she mypossessions?Pro.O, ay; and pities them.Thu.Wherefore?Jul.[Aside]That such an ass shouldowethem.Pro.That they are out by lease.30Jul.Here comes the duke.EnterDuke.Duke.How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!Which of yousaw SirEglamour of late?Thu.Not I.Pro.Nor I.Duke.Saw you my daughter?Pro.Neither.Duke.Why then,35She’sfled untothatpeasant Valentine;And Eglamour is in her company.’Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,As he in penance wander’d through the forest;Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was she,40But, being mask’d, he was not sure ofit;Besides, she did intend confessionAt Patrick’s cell this even; and there she was not;These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,45But mount you presently, and meet with meUpon the rising of the mountain-footThat leadstowardMantua, whither they are fled:Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.Exit.Thu.Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,V. 2.50That flies her fortunewhenit follows her.I’ll after, more to be revengedonEglamourThan for the love of reckless Silvia.Exit.Pro.And I will follow, more for Silvia’s loveThan hate of Eglamour, that goes with her.Exit.55Jul.And I will follow, more to cross that loveThan hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.Exit.V. 3Scene III.The frontiers of Mantua. The forest.EnterOutlawswithSilvia.First Out.Come, come,Be patient; we must bring you to our captain.Sil.A thousand more mischances than this oneHave learn’d me how to brook this patiently.5Sec. Out.Come, bring her away.First Out.Where is the gentleman that was with her?Third Out.Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,ButMosesand Valerius follow him.Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;10There is our captain:we’llfollow him that’s fled;The thicket is beset;he cannot ’scape.First Out.Come, I must bring you to our captain’s cave:Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,And will not use a woman lawlessly.15Sil.O Valentine, this I endure for thee!Exeunt.V. 4Scene IV.Another part of the forest.EnterValentine.Val.How use 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,5And to the nightingale’s complaining notesTune my distresses and record my woes.O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,Leave not the mansionsolong tenantless,Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,10And leave no memory of what it was!Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!What halloing and what stir is this to-day?Theseare mymates, that make their wills their law,15Have some unhappy passenger in chase.They love me well; yet I have much to doTo keep them from uncivil outrages.Withdraw thee, Valentine: who’s this comes here?EnterProteus, Silvia, andJulia.Pro.Madam, this serviceI havedone for you,20Though you respect not aught your servant doth,To hazard life, and rescue you from himThat 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,V. 4.25And less than this,I amsure, you cannot give.Val.[Aside]How like a dreamis this I see and hear!Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.Sil.O miserable, unhappy that I am!Pro.Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;30But by my coming I have made you happy.Sil.By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy.Jul.[Aside]And me, when he approacheth to your presence.Sil.Had I been seized by a hungry lion,I would have been a breakfast to the beast,35Rather 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 perjured Proteus.40Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.Pro.What dangerous action, stood it next to death,Would I not undergo for one calm look!O, ’tis the curse in love,and still approved,When women cannot love where they’re beloved!45Sil.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 faithInto a thousand oaths; and all those oathsDescended into perjury,to love me.V. 4.50Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst two,And that’s far worse than none; better have noneThan plural faith which is too much by one:Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!Pro.In loveWho respects friend?Sil.All men but Proteus.55Pro.Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving wordsCan no way change you to a milder form,I’llwooyou like a soldier, at arms’ end,And love you ’gainst the nature of love,—forceye.Sil.O heaven!Pro.I’ll force thee yield to my desire.60Val.Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,Thou friend of an ill fashion!Pro.Valentine!Val.Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,For such is a friend now;treacherous man!Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye65Could have persuaded me:nowI dare not sayI have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.Who should betrusted now, when one’sright handIs perjured to the bosom? Proteus,I amsorry I must never trust thee more,70But count the world a stranger for thy sake.The private wound is deepest:O time most accurst,’Mongstall foes that a friendshould be the worst!Pro.My shame and guilt confounds me.Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrowV. 4.75Be a sufficient ransom for offence,I tender ’t here; I do as truly sufferAs e’er I did commit.Val.Then I am paid;And once again I do receive thee honest.Who by repentance is not satisfied80Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.By penitence the Eternal’s wrath’s appeased:And, that my love may appear plain and free,All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.Jul.O me unhappy!Swoons.85Pro.Look to the boy.Val.Why, boy! why, wag! how now!what’sthe matter? Look up; speak.Jul.O good sir, my master charged meto delivera ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never90done.Pro.Where is that ring, boy?Jul.Here ’tis; this is it.Pro.How! let mesee:Why, this isthe ring I gave to Julia.Jul.O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:95This is the ring you sent to Silvia.Pro.Buthow camest thou by this ring? At my departI gave this unto Julia.Jul.And Julia herself did give it me;And Julia herself hath brought it hither.V. 4.100Pro.How! Julia!Jul.Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,And entertain’d’emdeeply in her heart.How oft hast thou with perjury cleft theroot!O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!105Be thou ashamed that I have took upon meSuch an immodest raiment, if shame liveIn a disguise of love:It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,Women to change their shapes than men their minds.110Pro.Than men their minds! ’tis true. O heaven, were manBut constant, he were perfect! That one errorFills him with faults; makes him run throughall the sins:Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.What is in Silvia’s face, but I may spy115More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?Val.Come, come, a hand from either:Let me be blest to make this happy close;’Twere pity two such friends shouldbe longfoes.Pro.Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever.120Jul.And I mine.EnterOutlaws, withDukeandThurio.Outlaws.A prize, a prize, a prize!Val.Forbear, forbear, I say!it is my lord the duke.Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced,BanishedValentine.Duke.Sir Valentine!V. 4.125Thu.Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia’s mine.Val.Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;Come not within the measure of my wrath;Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,Verona shall not holdthee. Here she stands:130Take but possession of her with a touch:I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.Thu.Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:I hold him but a fool that will endangerHis body for a girl that loves him not:135I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.Duke.The more degenerate and base art thou,To make such means for her as thou hast done,And leave her on such slight conditions.Now, by the honour of my ancestry,140I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,And think thee worthy of an empress’ love:Know, then, I here forget all former griefs,Cancel all grudge, repeal thee homeagain,Plead a new state in thyunrival’dmerit,145To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.Val.I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.I now beseech you, for your daughter’s sake,V. 4.150To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.Duke.I grant it, for thine own, whate’er it be.Val.These banish’d men that I have kept withalAre men endued with worthy qualities:Forgive them what they have committed here,155And let them be recall’d from their exile:They are reformed, civil, full of good,And fit for great employment, worthy lord.Duke.Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them and thee:Dispose of them as thou know’st their deserts.160Come, let us go: we willincludeall jarsWith triumphs, mirth, andraresolemnity.Val.And, as we walk along, I dare be boldWith our discourse to make your Grace to smile.What think you of thispage, my lord?165Duke.I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.Val.I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.Duke.What mean you by thatsaying?Val.Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,That you will wonder what hath fortuned.170Come, Proteus; ’tis your penance but to hearThe story of yourloves discovered:That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.Exeunt.
Jul.If you be she, I do entreat your patienceTo hear me speak the message I am sent on.
Jul.If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
Sil.From whom?
110Jul.From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.
Sil.O, he sends you for a picture.
Jul.Ay, madam.
Sil.Ursula, bring my picture there.Go give your master this: tell him, from me,115One Julia, that his changing thoughtsforget,Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
Sil.Ursula, bring my picture there.
Go give your master this: tell him, from me,
115One Julia, that his changing thoughtsforget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
Jul.Madam,please you perusethis letter.—Pardon me, madam; I have unadvisedDeliver’d you a paper that I should not:120This is the letter to your ladyship.
Jul.Madam,please you perusethis letter.—
Pardon me, madam; I have unadvised
Deliver’d you a paper that I should not:
120This is the letter to your ladyship.
Sil.I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Jul.It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
Sil.There, hold!I will not look upon your master’s lines:IV. 4.125I know they are stuff’d with protestations,And full of new-found oaths; which he will breakAseasilyas I do tear his paper.
Sil.There, hold!
I will not look upon your master’s lines:
IV. 4.125I know they are stuff’d with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break
Aseasilyas I do tear his paper.
Jul.Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
Sil.The more shame for him that he sends it me;130For I have heard him say a thousand timesHis Julia gave it him at his departure.Though his false finger have profaned the ring,Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
Sil.The more shame for him that he sends it me;
130For I have heard him say a thousand times
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profaned the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
Jul.She thanks you.
135Sil.What say’st thou?
Jul.I thank you, madam, that you tender her.Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.
Jul.I thank you, madam, that you tender her.
Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.
Sil.Dost thouknow her?
Jul.Almost as well as I do know myself:140To think upon her woes I do protestThat I have wept a hundred several times.
Jul.Almost as well as I do know myself:
140To think upon her woes I do protest
That I have wept a hundred several times.
Sil.Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.
Jul.I think she doth; and that’s her cause of sorrow.
Sil.Is she not passing fair?
145Jul.She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:When she did think my master loved her well,She, in my judgement, was as fair as you;But since she did neglect her looking-glass,And threw her sun-expelling mask away,IV. 4.150The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks,Andpinch’dthe lily-tincture of her face,That now she is become as black as I.
145Jul.She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:
When she did think my master loved her well,
She, in my judgement, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
IV. 4.150The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks,
Andpinch’dthe lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.
Sil.How tall was she?
Jul.About my stature: for, at Pentecost,155When 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 served me as fit, by all men’sjudgements,As if the garment had been made for me:160Therefore I know she is about my height.And at that time I made her weepagood,For I did play a lamentable part:Madam, ’twas Ariadne passioningFor Theseus’ perjury and unjust flight;165Which I so lively acted with my tears,That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,If I in thoughtfeltnot her very sorrow!
Jul.About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
155When 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 served me as fit, by all men’sjudgements,
As if the garment had been made for me:
160Therefore I know she is about my height.
And at that time I made her weepagood,
For I did play a lamentable part:
Madam, ’twas Ariadne passioning
For Theseus’ perjury and unjust flight;
165Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thoughtfeltnot her very sorrow!
Sil.She isbeholdingto thee, gentle youth.170Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!I weep myself to think upon thy words.Here, youth, there ismy purse: I give thee thisFor thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lovest her.Farewell.Exit Silvia, with attendants.
Sil.She isbeholdingto thee, gentle youth.
170Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!
I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there ismy purse: I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lovest her.
Farewell.Exit Silvia, with attendants.
IV. 4.175Jul.And she shall thank you for’t, if e’er you know her.A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,Since she respectsmy mistress’love so much.Alas, how love can trifle with itself!180Here is her picture: let me see; I think,If I had such a tire, this face of mineWere full as lovely as is this of hers:And yet the painter flatter’d her a little,Unless I flatter with myself too much.185Her hair isauburn, mine is perfect yellow:If that be all the difference in his love,I’ll get me such a colour’d periwig.Her eyes aregrey as glass; and so are mine:Ay, but her forehead’s low, andmine’s as high.190What should it be that he respects in her,But 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,193Thou shalt be worshipp’d, kiss’d, loved, and adored!And, were there sense in his idolatry,My substance should bestatuein thy stead.I’ll use thee kindly for thy mistress’ sake,That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,IV. 4.200I should have scratch’d outyourunseeing eyes,To make my master out of love with thee!Exit.
IV. 4.175Jul.And she shall thank you for’t, if e’er you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,
Since she respectsmy mistress’love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
180Here is her picture: let me see; I think,
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter’d her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
185Her hair isauburn, mine is perfect yellow:
If that be all the difference in his love,
I’ll get me such a colour’d periwig.
Her eyes aregrey as glass; and so are mine:
Ay, but her forehead’s low, andmine’s as high.
190What should it be that he respects in her,
But 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,
193Thou shalt be worshipp’d, kiss’d, loved, and adored!
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should bestatuein thy stead.
I’ll use thee kindly for thy mistress’ sake,
That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
IV. 4.200I should have scratch’d outyourunseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee!Exit.
Egl.The sun begins to gild the western sky;And now it is about the very hourThatSilvia, atFriarPatrick’s cell, should meet me.She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,5Unless it be to come before their time;So much they spur their expedition.See where she comes.EnterSilvia.Lady, a happy evening!
Egl.The sun begins to gild the western sky;
And now it is about the very hour
ThatSilvia, atFriarPatrick’s cell, should meet me.
She will not fail, for lovers break not hours,
5Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.
See where she comes.
Lady, a happy evening!
Sil.Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,Out at the postern by the abbey-wall:10I fear I am attended by some spies.
Sil.Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall:
10I fear I am attended by some spies.
Egl.Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;If we recover that,we aresure enough.Exeunt.
Egl.Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that,we aresure enough.Exeunt.
Thu.Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
Pro.O, sir, I find her milder than she was;And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Pro.O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu.What, that my leg is too long?
5Pro.No; that it is too little.
Thu.I’ll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.
Jul.[Aside] But lovewill not be spurr’d to what it loathes.
Thu.What says she to my face?
Pro.She says it is a fair one.
10Thu.Nay then, the wanton lies; my face is black.
Pro.But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes.
Pro.But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies’ eyes.
Jul.[Aside] ’Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes;For I had rather wink than look on them.
Jul.[Aside] ’Tis true, such pearls as put out ladies’ eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them.
15Thu.How likes she my discourse?
Pro.Ill, when you talk of war.
Thu.But well, when I discourse of love and peace?
Jul.[Aside]But better, indeed, when youholdyour peace.
Thu.What says she to my valour?
20Pro.O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul.[Aside]She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thu.What says she to my birth?
Pro.That you are well derived.
Jul.[Aside]True; from a gentleman to a fool.
V. 2.25Thu.Considers she mypossessions?
Pro.O, ay; and pities them.
Thu.Wherefore?
Jul.[Aside]That such an ass shouldowethem.
Pro.That they are out by lease.
30Jul.Here comes the duke.
Duke.How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!Which of yousaw SirEglamour of late?
Duke.How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of yousaw SirEglamour of late?
Thu.Not I.
Pro.
Nor I.
Duke.
Saw you my daughter?
Pro.
Neither.
Duke.Why then,35She’sfled untothatpeasant Valentine;And Eglamour is in her company.’Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,As he in penance wander’d through the forest;Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was she,40But, being mask’d, he was not sure ofit;Besides, she did intend confessionAt Patrick’s cell this even; and there she was not;These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,45But mount you presently, and meet with meUpon the rising of the mountain-footThat leadstowardMantua, whither they are fled:Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.Exit.
Duke.Why then,
35She’sfled untothatpeasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
’Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander’d through the forest;
Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was she,
40But, being mask’d, he was not sure ofit;
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick’s cell this even; and there she was not;
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
45But mount you presently, and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leadstowardMantua, whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.Exit.
Thu.Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,V. 2.50That flies her fortunewhenit follows her.I’ll after, more to be revengedonEglamourThan for the love of reckless Silvia.Exit.
Thu.Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
V. 2.50That flies her fortunewhenit follows her.
I’ll after, more to be revengedonEglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.Exit.
Pro.And I will follow, more for Silvia’s loveThan hate of Eglamour, that goes with her.Exit.
Pro.And I will follow, more for Silvia’s love
Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her.Exit.
55Jul.And I will follow, more to cross that loveThan hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.Exit.
55Jul.And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love.Exit.
First Out.Come, come,Be patient; we must bring you to our captain.
First Out.Come, come,
Be patient; we must bring you to our captain.
Sil.A thousand more mischances than this oneHave learn’d me how to brook this patiently.
Sil.A thousand more mischances than this one
Have learn’d me how to brook this patiently.
5Sec. Out.Come, bring her away.
First Out.Where is the gentleman that was with her?
Third Out.Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,ButMosesand Valerius follow him.Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;10There is our captain:we’llfollow him that’s fled;The thicket is beset;he cannot ’scape.
Third Out.Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,
ButMosesand Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;
10There is our captain:we’llfollow him that’s fled;
The thicket is beset;he cannot ’scape.
First Out.Come, I must bring you to our captain’s cave:Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,And will not use a woman lawlessly.
First Out.Come, I must bring you to our captain’s cave:
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
15Sil.O Valentine, this I endure for thee!Exeunt.
Val.How use 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,5And to the nightingale’s complaining notesTune my distresses and record my woes.O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,Leave not the mansionsolong tenantless,Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,10And leave no memory of what it was!Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!What halloing and what stir is this to-day?Theseare mymates, that make their wills their law,15Have some unhappy passenger in chase.They love me well; yet I have much to doTo keep them from uncivil outrages.Withdraw thee, Valentine: who’s this comes here?
Val.How use 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,
5And to the nightingale’s complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record my woes.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansionsolong tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
10And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What halloing and what stir is this to-day?
Theseare mymates, that make their wills their law,
15Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
They love me well; yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who’s this comes here?
Pro.Madam, this serviceI havedone for you,20Though you respect not aught your servant doth,To hazard life, and rescue you from himThat 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,V. 4.25And less than this,I amsure, you cannot give.
Pro.Madam, this serviceI havedone for you,
20Though you respect not aught your servant doth,
To hazard life, and rescue you 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,
V. 4.25And less than this,I amsure, you cannot give.
Val.[Aside]How like a dreamis this I see and hear!Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
Val.[Aside]How like a dreamis this I see and hear!
Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
Sil.O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro.Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;30But by my coming I have made you happy.
Pro.Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
30But by my coming I have made you happy.
Sil.By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy.
Jul.[Aside]And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
Sil.Had I been seized by a hungry lion,I would have been a breakfast to the beast,35Rather 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 perjured Proteus.40Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.
Sil.Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
35Rather 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 perjured Proteus.
40Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.
Pro.What dangerous action, stood it next to death,Would I not undergo for one calm look!O, ’tis the curse in love,and still approved,When women cannot love where they’re beloved!
Pro.What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, ’tis the curse in love,and still approved,
When women cannot love where they’re beloved!
45Sil.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 faithInto a thousand oaths; and all those oathsDescended into perjury,to love me.V. 4.50Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst two,And that’s far worse than none; better have noneThan plural faith which is too much by one:Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
45Sil.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.
V. 4.50Thou 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!
Pro.In loveWho respects friend?
Pro.
In love
Who respects friend?
Sil.
All men but Proteus.
55Pro.Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving wordsCan no way change you to a milder form,I’llwooyou like a soldier, at arms’ end,And love you ’gainst the nature of love,—forceye.
55Pro.Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I’llwooyou like a soldier, at arms’ end,
And love you ’gainst the nature of love,—forceye.
Sil.O heaven!
Pro.
I’ll force thee yield to my desire.
60Val.Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,Thou friend of an ill fashion!
60Val.Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Pro.
Valentine!
Val.Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,For such is a friend now;treacherous man!Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye65Could have persuaded me:nowI dare not sayI have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.Who should betrusted now, when one’sright handIs perjured to the bosom? Proteus,I amsorry I must never trust thee more,70But count the world a stranger for thy sake.The private wound is deepest:O time most accurst,’Mongstall foes that a friendshould be the worst!
Val.Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,
For such is a friend now;treacherous man!
Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye
65Could have persuaded me:nowI dare not say
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who should betrusted now, when one’sright hand
Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,
I amsorry I must never trust thee more,
70But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deepest:O time most accurst,
’Mongstall foes that a friendshould be the worst!
Pro.My shame and guilt confounds me.Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrowV. 4.75Be a sufficient ransom for offence,I tender ’t here; I do as truly sufferAs e’er I did commit.
Pro.My shame and guilt confounds me.
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
V. 4.75Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender ’t here; I do as truly suffer
As e’er I did commit.
Val.Then I am paid;And once again I do receive thee honest.Who by repentance is not satisfied80Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.By penitence the Eternal’s wrath’s appeased:And, that my love may appear plain and free,All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
Val.
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied
80Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.
By penitence the Eternal’s wrath’s appeased:
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
Jul.O me unhappy!Swoons.
85Pro.Look to the boy.
Val.Why, boy! why, wag! how now!what’sthe matter? Look up; speak.
Jul.O good sir, my master charged meto delivera ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never90done.
Pro.Where is that ring, boy?
Jul.
Here ’tis; this is it.
Pro.How! let mesee:Why, this isthe ring I gave to Julia.
Pro.How! let mesee:
Why, this isthe ring I gave to Julia.
Jul.O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:95This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Jul.O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:
95This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Pro.Buthow camest thou by this ring? At my departI gave this unto Julia.
Pro.Buthow camest thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.
Jul.And Julia herself did give it me;And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Jul.And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
V. 4.100Pro.How! Julia!
Jul.Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,And entertain’d’emdeeply in her heart.How oft hast thou with perjury cleft theroot!O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!105Be thou ashamed that I have took upon meSuch an immodest raiment, if shame liveIn a disguise of love:It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
Jul.Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain’d’emdeeply in her heart.
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft theroot!
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
105Be 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.
110Pro.Than men their minds! ’tis true. O heaven, were manBut constant, he were perfect! That one errorFills him with faults; makes him run throughall the sins:Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.What is in Silvia’s face, but I may spy115More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?
110Pro.Than men their minds! ’tis true. O heaven, were man
But constant, he were perfect! That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run throughall the sins:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
What is in Silvia’s face, but I may spy
115More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?
Val.Come, come, a hand from either:Let me be blest to make this happy close;’Twere pity two such friends shouldbe longfoes.
Val.Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
’Twere pity two such friends shouldbe longfoes.
Pro.Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever.
120Jul.And I mine.
Outlaws.A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val.Forbear, forbear, I say!it is my lord the duke.Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced,BanishedValentine.
Val.Forbear, forbear, I say!it is my lord the duke.
Your Grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
BanishedValentine.
Duke.
Sir Valentine!
V. 4.125Thu.Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia’s mine.
Val.Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;Come not within the measure of my wrath;Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,Verona shall not holdthee. Here she stands:130Take but possession of her with a touch:I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
Val.Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not holdthee. Here she stands:
130Take but possession of her with a touch:
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
Thu.Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:I hold him but a fool that will endangerHis body for a girl that loves him not:135I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Thu.Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:
135I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke.The more degenerate and base art thou,To make such means for her as thou hast done,And leave her on such slight conditions.Now, by the honour of my ancestry,140I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,And think thee worthy of an empress’ love:Know, then, I here forget all former griefs,Cancel all grudge, repeal thee homeagain,Plead a new state in thyunrival’dmerit,145To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.
Duke.The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
140I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress’ love:
Know, then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee homeagain,
Plead a new state in thyunrival’dmerit,
145To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well derived;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.
Val.I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.I now beseech you, for your daughter’s sake,V. 4.150To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Val.I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now beseech you, for your daughter’s sake,
V. 4.150To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Duke.I grant it, for thine own, whate’er it be.
Val.These banish’d men that I have kept withalAre men endued with worthy qualities:Forgive them what they have committed here,155And let them be recall’d from their exile:They are reformed, civil, full of good,And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Val.These banish’d men that I have kept withal
Are men endued with worthy qualities:
Forgive them what they have committed here,
155And let them be recall’d from their exile:
They are reformed, civil, full of good,
And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Duke.Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them and thee:Dispose of them as thou know’st their deserts.160Come, let us go: we willincludeall jarsWith triumphs, mirth, andraresolemnity.
Duke.Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them and thee:
Dispose of them as thou know’st their deserts.
160Come, let us go: we willincludeall jars
With triumphs, mirth, andraresolemnity.
Val.And, as we walk along, I dare be boldWith our discourse to make your Grace to smile.What think you of thispage, my lord?
Val.And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our discourse to make your Grace to smile.
What think you of thispage, my lord?
165Duke.I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Val.I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Duke.What mean you by thatsaying?
Val.Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,That you will wonder what hath fortuned.170Come, Proteus; ’tis your penance but to hearThe story of yourloves discovered:That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.Exeunt.
Val.Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,
That you will wonder what hath fortuned.
170Come, Proteus; ’tis your penance but to hear
The story of yourloves discovered:
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.Exeunt.