ACT II SCENE VI | The same. The Duke's Palace. | |
[Enter PROTEUS] |
PROTEUS | To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; |
| To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; |
| To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; |
| And even that power which gave me first my oath |
| Provokes me to this threefold perjury; | 5 |
| Love bade me swear and Love bids me forswear. |
| O sweet-suggesting Love, if thou hast sinned, |
| Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it! |
| At first I did adore a twinkling star, |
| But now I worship a celestial sun. | 10 |
| Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken, |
| And he wants wit that wants resolved will |
| To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. |
| Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, |
| Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd | 15 |
| With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. |
| I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; |
| But there I leave to love where I should love. |
| Julia I lose and Valentine I lose: |
| If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; | 20 |
| If I lose them, thus find I by their loss |
| For Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia. |
| I to myself am dearer than a friend, |
| For love is still most precious in itself; |
| And Silvia--witness Heaven, that made her fair!-- | 25 |
| Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. |
| I will forget that Julia is alive, |
| Remembering that my love to her is dead; |
| And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, |
| Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. | 30 |
| I cannot now prove constant to myself, |
| Without some treachery used to Valentine. |
| This night he meaneth with a corded ladder |
| To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window, |
| Myself in counsel, his competitor. | 35 |
| Now presently I'll give her father notice |
| Of their disguising and pretended flight; |
| Who, all enraged, will banish Valentine; |
| For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter; |
| But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross | 40 |
| By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. |
| Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, |
| As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! |
[Exit] |