Two Gentlemen of Verona (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scœna Secunda.
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Enter Protheus, Thurio, Iulia, Host, Musitian, Siluia.
1625Vnder the colour of commending him,
¶But Siluia is too faire, too true, too holy,
¶When I protest true loyalty to her,
1630She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
¶When to her beauty I commend my vowes,
¶She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne
¶In breaking faith with Iulia, whom I lou'd;
1635The least whereof would quell a louers hope:
¶The more it growes, and fawneth on her still;
¶But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window,
¶Pro. I gentle Thurio, for you know that loue
¶Will creepe in seruice, where it cannot goe.
¶Th. I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here.
1645Th. Who, Siluia?
¶ Th. I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen
¶Let's tune: and too it lustily a while.
1650I pray you why is it?
¶ Ho. Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where
¶you ask'd for.
¶Ho. Harke, harke.
1660Ho. I: but peace, let's heare'm.
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Song.
Who is Siluia? what is she?
¶Is she kinde as she is faire?
1670_And being help'd, inhabits there.¶Then to Siluia, let vs sing,1675_To her let vs Garlands bring.
¶How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not.
¶Ho. Why, my pretty youth?
¶Ho. You haue a quicke eare.
1690 Ho. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing.
¶Iu. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing.
¶But Host, doth this Sir Protheus, that we talke on,
¶Often resort vnto this Gentlewoman?
¶Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me,
1695He lou'd her out of all nicke.
¶Iu. Where is Launce?
¶Lady.
¶Th. Where meete we?
¶Pro. At Saint Gregories well.
1705Th. Farewell.
¶Who is that that spake?
¶Pro. One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth,
1710You would quickly learne to know him by his voice.
¶Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
¶Pro. Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant.
¶Sil. What's your will?
¶That presently you hie you home to bed:
¶To be seduced by thy flattery,
1720That has't deceiu'd so many with thy vowes?
¶Returne, returne and make thy loue amends:
¶For me (by this pale queene of night I sweare)
1725And by and by intend to chide my selfe,
¶Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee.
¶But she is dead.
¶I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd
¶To wrong him, with thy importunacy?
¶Pro. Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.
¶Sil. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence,
¶Iul. He heard not that.
¶Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue,
¶The Picture that is hanging in your chamber:
¶And to your shadow, will I make true loue.
1750And make it but a shadow, as I am.
¶Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir;
¶Send to me in the morning, and ile send it:
¶Pro. As wretches haue ore-night
¶That wait for execution in the morne.
1760Iul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?
