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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)

    395 Actus secundus: Scœna Prima.
    Enter Valentine, Speed, Siluia.
    Speed. Sir, your Gloue.
    Valen. Not mine: my Gloues are on.
    Sp. Why then this may be yours: for this is but one.
    400Val. Ha? Let me see: I, giue it me, it's mine:
    Sweet Ornament, that deckes a thing diuine,
    Ah Siluia, Siluia.
    Speed. Madam Siluia: Madam Siluia.
    Val. How now Sirha?
    405Speed. Shee is not within hearing Sir.
    Val. Why sir, who bad you call her?
    Speed. Your worship sir, or else I mistooke.
    Val. Well: you'll still be too forward.
    Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
    410Val. Goe to, sir, tell me: do you know Madam Siluia?
    Speed. Shee that your worship loues?
    Val. Why, how know you that I am in loue?
    Speed. Marry by these speciall markes: first, you haue
    learn'd (like Sir Protheus) to wreath your Armes like a
    415Male-content: to rellish a Loue-song, like a Robin-red-
    breast: to walke alone like one that had the pestilence:
    to sigh, like a Schoole-boy that had lost his A.B.C. to
    weep like a yong wench that had buried her Grandam:
    to fast, like one that takes diet: to watch, like one that
    420feares robbing: to speake puling, like a beggar at Hal-
    low-Masse: You were wont, when you laughed, to crow
    like a cocke; when you walk'd, to walke like one of the
    Lions: when you fasted, it was presently after dinner:
    when you look'd sadly, it was for want of money: And
    425now you are Metamorphis'd with a Mistris, that when I
    looke on you, I can hardly thinke you my Master.
    Val. Are all these things perceiu'd in me?
    Speed. They are all perceiu'd without ye.
    Val. Without me? they cannot.
    430 Speed. Without you? nay, that's certaine: for with-
    out you were so simple, none else would: but you are
    so without these follies, that these follies are within you,
    and shine through you like the water in an Vrinall: that
    not an eye that sees you, but is a Physician to comment
    435on your Malady.
    Val. But tell me: do'st thou know my Lady Siluia?
    Speed. Shee that you gaze on so, as she sits at supper?
    Val. Hast thou obseru'd that? euen she I meane.
    Speed. Why sir, I know her not.
    440 Val. Do'st thou know her by my gazing on her, and
    yet know'st her not?
    Speed. Is she not hard-fauour'd, sir?
    Val. Not so faire (boy) as well fauour'd.
    Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
    445Val. What dost thou know?
    Speed. That shee is not so faire, as (of you) well-fa-
    Val. I meane that her beauty is exquisite,
    But her fauour infinite.
    450 Speed. That's because the one is painted, and the o-
    ther out of all count.
    Val. How painted? and how out of count?
    Speed. Marry sir, so painted to make her faire, that no
    man counts of her beauty.
    455 Val. How esteem'st thou me? I account of her beauty.
    Speed. You neuer saw her since she was deform'd.
    Val. How long hath she beene deform'd?
    Speed. Euer since you lou'd her.
    Val. I haue lou'd her euer since I saw her,
    460And still I see her beautifull.
    Speed. If you loue her, you cannot see her.
    Val. Why?
    Speed. Because Loue is blinde: O that you had mine
    eyes, or your owne eyes had the lights they were wont
    465to haue, when you chidde at Sir Protheus, for going vn-
    Val. What should I see then?
    Speed. Your owne present folly, and her passing de-
    formitie: for hee beeing in loue, could not see to garter
    470his hose; and you, beeing in loue, cannot see to put on
    your hose.
    Val. Belike (boy) then you are in loue, for last mor-(ning
    You could not see to wipe my shooes.
    Speed. True sir: I was in loue with my bed, I thanke
    475you, you swing'd me for my loue, which makes mee the
    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.