Two Gentlemen of Verona (Modern)

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 4.2.116214.2. 
 4.2.21622 Enter Proteus. 
 4.2.31623Proteus
 Already have I been false to Valentine,
 4.2.41624And now I must be as unjust to Turio.
 4.2.51625Under the color of commending him,
 4.2.61626I have access my own love to prefer.
 4.2.71627But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy
 4.2.81628To be corrupted with my worthless gifts;
 4.2.91629When I protest true loyalty to her,
 4.2.101630She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
 4.2.111631When to her beauty I commend my vows,
 4.2.121632She bids me think how I have been forsworn
 4.2.131633In breaking faith with Julia, whom I loved;
 4.2.141634And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
 4.2.151635The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
 4.2.161636Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
 4.2.171637The more it grows, and fawneth on her still;
 4.2.181638But here comes Turio. Now must we to her window
 4.2.191639And give some evening music to her ear.
  [Enter Turio with musicians.]
 4.2.201640Turio
 How now, sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
 4.2.211641Proteus
 Ay, gentle Turio, for you know that love
 4.2.221642Will creep in service where it cannot go.
 4.2.231643Turio
 Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
 4.2.241644Proteus
 Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
 4.2.251645Turio
 Who, Silvia?
 4.2.261646Proteus
 Ay, Silvia, for your sake.
 4.2.271647Turio
 I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
 4.2.281648Let's tune, and to it lustily a while.
 4.2.29[Enter Host and Julia dressed in boys clothes, as Sebastian.] 
 4.2.301649Host
 Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholy; 1650I pray you why is it?
 4.2.311651Julia
 Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
 4.2.321652Host
 Come, we'll have you merry.  I'll bring you where 1653you shall hear music and see the gentleman that 1654you asked for.
 4.2.331655Julia
 But shall I hear him speak?
 4.2.341656Host
 Ay, that you shall.
 4.2.351657Julia
 That will be music.
 4.2.36[Music sounds.]
 4.2.371658Host
 Hark, hark!
 4.2.381659Julia
 Is he among these?
 4.2.391660Host
 Ay, but peace, let's hear'm.
 4.2.401661Song. 
 4.2.41Singers
 Who is Silvia?  What is she? 
 4.2.421662 That all our swains commend her? 
 4.2.431663Holy, fair, and wise is she. 
 4.2.441664 The heaven such grace did lend her,
 4.2.451665that she might admired be. 
 4.2.461666 Is she kind as she is fair? 
 4.2.471667For beauty lives with kindness. 
 4.2.481668 Love doth to her eyes repair 
 4.2.491669To help him of his blindness
 4.2.501670 And, being helped, inhabits there.
 4.2.511671Then to Silvia let us sing, 
 4.2.521672 That Silvia is excelling! 
 4.2.531673She excels each mortal thing 
 4.2.541674 Upon the dull earth dwelling.
 4.2.551675To her let us garlands bring.
 4.2.561676Host
 4.2.57How now? Are you sadder than you were before? 1677How do you, man? The music likes you not.
 4.2.581678Julia
 You mistake: the musician likes me not.
 4.2.591679Host
 Why, my pretty youth?
 4.2.601680Julia
 He plays false, father.
 4.2.611681Host
 How, out of tune on the strings?
 4.2.621682Julia
 Not so, but yet 1683so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
 4.2.631684Host
 You have a quick ear.
 4.2.641685Julia
 Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
 4.2.651686Host
 I perceive you delight not in music.
 4.2.661687Julia
 Not a whit when it jars so.
 4.2.671688Host
 Hark, what fine change is in the music.
 4.2.681689Julia
 Ay, that change is the spite.
 4.2.691690Host
 You would have them always play but one thing.
 4.2.701691Julia
 I would always have one play but one thing.
 4.2.711692But host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on
 4.2.721693Often resort unto this gentlewoman?
 4.2.731694Host
 I tell you what Lance his man told me: 1695he loved her out of all nick.
 4.2.741696Julia
 Where is Lance?
 4.2.751697Host
 Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his 1698master's command, he must carry for a present to his 1699lady.
 4.2.761700Julia
 Peace. Stand aside, the company parts.
 4.2.771701Proteus
 Sir Turio, fear not you. I will so plead 1702that you shall say my cunning drift excels.
 4.2.781703Turio
 Where meet we?
 4.2.791704Proteus
 At Saint Gregory's well.
 4.2.801705Turio
 Farewell.
 [Exit Turio and musicians.]
 4.2.81[Enter Silvia, above.]
 4.2.821706Proteus
 Madam, good even to your ladyship.
 4.2.831707Silvia
 I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
 4.2.841708Who is that that spake?
 4.2.851709Proteus
 One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
 4.2.861710You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
 4.2.871711Silvia
 Sir Proteus, as I take it.
 4.2.881712Proteus
 Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
 4.2.891713Silvia
 What's your will?
 4.2.901714Proteus
 That I may compass yours.
 4.2.911715Silvia
 You have your wish. My will is even this:
 4.2.921716That presently you hie you home to bed,
 4.2.931717Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man.
 4.2.941718Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
 4.2.951719To be seduced by thy flattery,
 4.2.961720That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
 4.2.971721Return, return and make thy love amends.
 4.2.981722For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
 4.2.991723I am so far from granting thy request
 4.2.1001724That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
 4.2.1011725And by and by intend to chide myself
 4.2.1021726Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.
 4.2.1031727Proteus
 I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
 4.2.1041728But she is dead.
 4.2.1051729Julia
 [Aside.]
 'Twere false, if I should speak it,
 4.2.1061730For I am sure she is not buried.
 4.2.1071731Silvia
 Say that she be, yet Valentine thy friend
 4.2.1081732Survives, to whom, thyself art witness,
 4.2.1091733I am betrothed; and art thou not ashamed
 4.2.1101734To wrong him with thy importunacy?
 4.2.1111735Proteus
 I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
 4.2.1121736Silvia
 And so suppose am I, for in his grave
 4.2.1131737Assure thy self my love is buried.
 4.2.1141738Proteus
 Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
 4.2.1151739Silvia
 Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence,
 4.2.1161740Or at the least in hers sepulcher thine.
 4.2.1171741Julia
 [Aside.] He heard not that.
 4.2.1181742Proteus
 Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
 4.2.1191743Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
 4.2.1201744The picture that is hanging in your chamber.
 4.2.1211745To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep,
 4.2.1221746for since the substance of your perfect self
 4.2.1231747Is else devoted, I am but a shadow,
 4.2.1241748And to your shadow will I make true love.
 4.2.1251749Julia
 [Aside.] If 'twere a substance you would sure deceive it,
 4.2.1261750And make it but a shadow, as I am.
 4.2.1271751Silvia
 I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
 4.2.1281752But since your falsehood shall become you well
 4.2.1291753To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
 4.2.1301754Send to me in the morning, and I'll send it.
 4.2.1311755And so, good rest.
 [Exit Silvia.]
 4.2.1321756Proteus
 As wretches have o'er night
 4.2.1331757That wait for execution in the morn.
 [Exit Proteus.]
 4.2.1341758Julia
 Host, will you go?
 4.2.1351759Host
 By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
 4.2.1361760Julia
 Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
 4.2.1371761Host
 Marry, at my house. 1762Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.
 4.2.1381763JuliaNot so, but it hath been the longest night
 4.2.1391764That ere I watched, and the most heaviest.
 [Exeunt.]
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