ACT I SCENE I | Verona. An open place. | |
[Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS] |
VALENTINE | Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: |
| Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. |
| Were't not affection chains thy tender days |
| To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, |
| I rather would entreat thy company |
| To see the wonders of the world abroad, |
| Than, living dully 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. | 10 |
PROTEUS | 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. |
VALENTINE | And on a love-book pray for my success? |
PROTEUS | Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. | 20 |
VALENTINE | That's on some shallow story of deep love: |
| How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. |
PROTEUS | That's a deep story of a deeper love: |
| For he was more than over shoes in love. |
VALENTINE | 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, |
| And yet you never swum the Hellespont. |
PROTEUS | Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. |
VALENTINE | No, I will not, for it boots thee not. |
PROTEUS | What? |
VALENTINE | To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; |
| Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth | 30 |
| With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: |
| If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; |
| If lost, why then a grievous labour won; |
| However, but a folly bought with wit, |
| Or else a wit by folly vanquished. |
PROTEUS | So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. |
VALENTINE | So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. |
PROTEUS | 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love. |
VALENTINE | Love is your master, for he masters you: |
| And he that is so yoked by a fool, | 40 |
| Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. |
PROTEUS | Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud |
| The eating canker dwells, so eating love |
| Inhabits in the finest wits of all. |
VALENTINE | And writers say, as the most forward bud |
| Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, |
| Even so by love the young and tender wit |
| Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, |
| Losing his verdure even in the prime |
| And all the fair effects of future hopes. | 50 |
| 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. |
PROTEUS | And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. |
VALENTINE | Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. |
| To Milan let me hear from thee by letters |
| Of thy success in love, and what news else |
| Betideth here in absence of thy friend; |
| And likewise will visit thee with mine. | 60 |
PROTEUS | All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! |
VALENTINE | As much to you at home! and so, farewell. |
[Exit] |
PROTEUS | He after honour hunts, I after love: |
| He leaves his friends to dignify them more,
|
| I leave myself, my friends and all, for love. |
| Thou, Julia, thou hast 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] |
SPEED | Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? | 70 |
PROTEUS | But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. |
SPEED | Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already, |
| And I have play'd the sheep in losing him. |
PROTEUS | Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray, |
| An if the shepherd be a while away. |
SPEED | You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, |
| and I a sheep? |
PROTEUS | I do. |
SPEED | Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. | 80 |
PROTEUS | A silly answer and fitting well a sheep. |
SPEED | This proves me still a sheep. |
PROTEUS | True; and thy master a shepherd. |
SPEED | Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. |
PROTEUS | It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another. |
SPEED | The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the |
| shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks |
| not me: therefore I am no sheep. |
PROTEUS | The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the |
| shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for | 90 |
| wages followest thy master; thy master for wages |
| follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. |
SPEED | Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.' |
PROTEUS | But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? |
SPEED | 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. |
PROTEUS | Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. |
SPEED | If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. |
PROTEUS | Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. |
SPEED | Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for |
| carrying your letter. |
PROTEUS | You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold. |
SPEED | From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, | 110 |
| 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to |
| your lover. |
PROTEUS | But what said she? |
SPEED | [First nodding] Ay.
|
PROTEUS | Nod--Ay--why, that's noddy. |
SPEED | You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask |
| me if she did nod; and I say, 'Ay.' |
PROTEUS | And that set together is noddy. |
SPEED | Now you have taken the pains to set it together, |
| take it for your pains. |
PROTEUS | No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. | 120 |
SPEED | Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. |
PROTEUS | Why sir, how do you bear with me? |
SPEED | Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing |
| but the word 'noddy' for my pains. |
PROTEUS | Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. |
SPEED | And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. |
PROTEUS | Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she? |
SPEED | Open your purse, that the money and the matter may |
| be both at once delivered. | 131 |
PROTEUS | Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? |
SPEED | Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. |
PROTEUS | Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? |
SPEED | Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, |
| not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: |
| and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I |
| fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your |
| mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as | 140 |
| hard as steel. |
PROTEUS | What said she? nothing? |
SPEED | No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To |
| testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned |
| me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your |
| letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. |
PROTEUS | Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, |
| Which cannot perish having thee aboard, |
| Being destined to a drier death on shore. |
[Exit SPEED] |
| I must go send some better messenger: | 151 |
| I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, |
| Receiving them from such a worthless post. |
[Exit] |