SCENE IVerona. An open place.
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honor'd 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, (10)
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 note-worthy 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 beadsman, Valentine.
And on a love-book pray for my success? (20)
Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.
That's on some shallow story of deep love:
How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
That's a deep story of a deeper love:
For he was more than over shoes in love.
'Tis true; for you are over 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.
To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; (30)
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 bought 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 cavil at: I am not Love.
Love is your master, for he masters you: (40)
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, as the most forward bud
Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,
Even so by love the young and tender wit
Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,
Losing his verdure even in the prime (50)
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 shipp'd.
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 here in absence of thy friend; (60)
And I likewise will visit thee with mine.
All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
As much to you at home! and so,farewell. [Exit.
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 shipp'd already,
And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.
Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
An if the shepherd be a while away.
You conclude that my master is a
shepherd, then, and I a sheep?
Why then, my horns are his horns, (80)
whether I wake or sleep.
A silly answer and fitting well a
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
The shepherd seeks the sheep, and
not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my
master, and my master seeks not me: therefore (91)
I am no sheep.
The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd;
the shepherd for food follows not the
sheep: thou for wages followest thy master;
thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore
thou art a sheep.
Such another proof will make me
But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my (100)
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 labor.
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, 'twere (110)
best pound you.
Nay, sir, less than a pound shall
serve me for carrying your letter.
You mistake; I mean the pound,--a
From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over.
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
But what said she? Speed.
Nod--Ay--why, that's noddy.
You mistook, sir; I say, she did
nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I (121)
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
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 'noddy' for my
Beshrew me, but you have a quick
And yet it cannot overtake your
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. (140)
What said she?
Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win
Why, couldst thou perceive so much
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. (150)
What said she? nothing?
No, not so much as 'Take this for
thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank
you, you have testerned me; in requital
whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself:
and so, sir, I'll commend you to my
Go, go, be gone, 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: (160)
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Exit.