ACT II 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 | 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 | Seem you that you are not? | 10 |
VALENTINE | Haply I do. |
THURIO | So do counterfeits. |
VALENTINE | So do you. |
THURIO | What seem I that I am not? |
VALENTINE | 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 | My jerkin is a doublet. | 20 |
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 | 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 | A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. | 30 |
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, |
| 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 |
| followers, for it appears by their bare liveries, | 40 |
| 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: |
| 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 | Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman | 50 |
| 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 |
| 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, |
| Omitting the sweet benefit of time | 60 |
| 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 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 | Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good, | 70 |
| 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; |
| 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; |
| For Valentine, I need not cite him to it: | 80 |
| 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 | 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 | Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. | 90 |
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 | 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 |
| To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. | 100 |
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: |
| 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 | That you are welcome? | 110 |
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: |
| 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 | And how do yours? | 120 |
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 | 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; |
| For in revenge of my contempt of love, | 130 |
| 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, |
| 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 | Enough; I read your fortune in your eye. | 140 |
| 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 | 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, |
| Yet let her be a principality, | 150 |
| 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 | 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 |
| And, of so great a favour growing proud, | 160 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, | 170 |
| 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 |
| 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, |
| marriage-hour, | 180 |
| 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. |
| 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. | 190 |
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, |
| 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-- | 200 |
| 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, |
| 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! |
| 'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld, | 210 |
| 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; |
| If not, to compass her I'll use my skill. |
[Exit] |