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  • Title: Two Gentlemen of Verona (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Two Gentlemen of Verona (Folio 1, 1623)

    The two Gentlemen of Verona.
    bolder to chide you, for yours.
    Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
    Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would
    480Val. Last night she enioyn'd me,
    To write some lines to one she loues.
    Speed. And haue you?
    Val. I haue.
    Speed. Are they not lamely writt?
    485Val. No (Boy) but as well as I can do them:
    Peace, here she comes.
    Speed. Oh excellent motion; oh exceeding Puppet:
    Now will he interpret to her.
    Val. Madam & Mistres, a thousand good-morrows.
    490Speed. Oh, 'giue ye-good-ev'n: heer's a million of
    Sil. Sir Valentine, and seruant, to you two thousand.
    Speed. He should giue her interest: & she giues it him.
    Val. As you inioynd me; I haue writ your Letter
    495Vnto the secret, nameles friend of yours:
    Which I was much vnwilling to proceed in,
    But for my duty to your Ladiship.
    Sil. I thanke you (gentle Seruant) 'tis very Clerkly-(done.
    Val. Now trust me (Madam) it came hardly-off:
    500For being ignorant to whom it goes,
    I writ at randome, very doubtfully.
    Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
    Val. No (Madam) so it steed you, I will write
    (Please you command) a thousand times as much:
    505And yet ---
    Sil. A pretty period: well: I ghesse the sequell;
    And yet I will not name it: and yet I care not.
    And yet, take this againe: and yet I thanke you:
    Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
    510Speed. And yet you will: and yet, another yet.
    Val. What meanes your Ladiship?
    Doe you not like it?
    Sil. Yes, yes: the lines are very queintly writ,
    But (since vnwillingly) take them againe.
    515Nay, take them.
    Val. Madam, they are for you.
    Silu. I, I: you writ them Sir, at my request,
    But I will none of them: they are for you:
    I would haue had them writ more mouingly:
    520Val. Please you, Ile write your Ladiship another.
    Sil. And when it's writ: for my sake read it ouer,
    And if it please you, so: if not: why so:
    Val. If it please me, (Madam?) what then?
    Sil. Why if it please you, take it for your labour;
    525And so good-morrow Seruant. Exit. Sil.
    Speed. Oh Iest vnseene: inscrutible: inuisible,
    As a nose on a mans face, or a Wethercocke on a steeple:
    My Master sues to her: and she hath taught her Sutor,
    He being her Pupill, to become her Tutor.
    530Oh excellent deuise, was there euer heard a better?
    That my master being scribe,
    To himselfe should write the Letter?
    Val. How now Sir?
    What are you reasoning with your selfe?
    535 Speed. Nay: I was riming: 'tis you yt haue the reason.
    Val. To doe what?
    Speed. To be a Spokes-man from Madam Siluia.
    Val. To whom?
    Speed. To your selfe: why, she woes you by a figure.
    540Val. What figure?
    Speed. By a Letter, I should say.
    Val. Why she hath not writ to me?
    Speed. What need she,
    When shee hath made you write to your selfe?
    545Why, doe you not perceiue the iest?
    Val. No, beleeue me.
    Speed. No beleeuing you indeed sir:
    But did you perceiue her earnest?
    Val. She gaue me none, except an angry word.
    550Speed. Why she hath giuen you a Letter.
    Val. That's the Letter I writ to her friend.
    Speed. And yt letter hath she deliuer'd, & there an end.
    Val. I would it were no worse.
    Speed. Ile warrant you, 'tis as well:
    555For often haue you writ to her: and she in modesty,
    Or else for want of idle time, could not againe reply,
    Or fearing els some messēger, yt might her mind discouer
    Her self hath taught her Loue himself, to write vnto her(louer.
    All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
    560Why muse you sir, 'tis dinner time.
    Val. I haue dyn'd.
    Speed. I, but hearken sir: though the Cameleon Loue
    can feed on the ayre, I am one that am nourish'd by my
    victuals; and would faine haue meate: oh bee not like
    565your Mistresse, be moued, be moued. Exeunt.

    Scœna secunda.

    Enter Protheus, Iulia, Panthion.

    Pro. Haue patience, gentle Iulia:
    Iul. I must where is no remedy.
    570Pro. When possibly I can, I will returne.
    Iul. If you turne not: you will return the sooner:
    Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake.
    Pro. Why then wee'll make exchange;
    Here, take you this.
    575Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse.
    Pro. Here is my hand, for my true constancie:
    And when that howre ore-slips me in the day,
    Wherein I sigh not (Iulia) for thy sake,
    The next ensuing howre, some foule mischance
    580Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse:
    My father staies my comming: answere not:
    The tide is now; nay, not thy tide of teares,
    That tide will stay me longer then I should,
    Iulia, farewell: what, gon without a word?
    585I, so true loue should doe: it cannot speake,
    For truth hath better deeds, then words to grace it.
    Panth. Sir Protheus: you are staid for.
    Pro. Goe: I come, I come:
    Alas, this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe.
    590 Exeunt.

    Scœna Tertia.

    Enter Launce, Panthion.
    Launce. Nay, 'twill bee this howre ere I haue done
    weeping: all the kinde of the Launces, haue this very
    595fault: I haue receiu'd my proportion, like the prodigious