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Two Gentlemen of Verona (Modern)
Already have I been false to Valentine,
[Enter Turio with musicians.]
How now, sir Proteus, are you crept before us?
Ay, gentle Turio, for you know that love
Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.
Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.
Who, Silvia?
Ay, Silvia, for your sake.
I thank you for your own. Now, gentlemen,
4.2.29[Enter Host and Julia dressed in boys clothes, as Sebastian.]
Now, my young guest, methinks you're allycholy; 1650I pray you why is it?
Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry.
Come, we'll have you merry. I'll bring you where 1653you shall hear music and see the gentleman that 1654you asked for.
But shall I hear him speak?
Ay, that you shall.
That will be music.
4.2.36[Music sounds.]
Hark, hark!
Is he among these?
Ay, but peace, let's hear'm.
4.2.41Singers
Who is Silvia? What is she?
You mistake: the musician likes me not.
Why, my pretty youth?
He plays false, father.
How, out of tune on the strings?
Not so, but yet 1683so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.
You have a quick ear.
Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.
I perceive you delight not in music.
Not a whit when it jars so.
Hark, what fine change is in the music.
Ay, that change is the spite.
You would have them always play but one thing.
I would always have one play but one thing.
I tell you what Lance his man told me: 1695he loved her out of all nick.
Where is Lance?
Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his 1698master's command, he must carry for a present to his 1699lady.
Peace. Stand aside, the company parts.
Sir Turio, fear not you. I will so plead 1702that you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Where meet we?
At Saint Gregory's well.
Farewell.
[Exit Turio and musicians.]
4.2.81[Enter Silvia, above.]
Madam, good even to your ladyship.
I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
Sir Proteus, as I take it.
Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
What's your will?
That I may compass yours.
You have your wish. My will is even this:
I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady,
[Aside.]
'Twere false, if I should speak it,
Say that she be, yet Valentine thy friend
I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
And so suppose am I, for in his grave
Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence,
[Aside.] He heard not that.
Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
[Aside.] If 'twere a substance you would sure deceive it,
I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
[Exit Silvia.]
As wretches have o'er night
[Exit Proteus.]
Host, will you go?
By my halidom, I was fast asleep.
Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?
Marry, at my house. 1762Trust me, I think 'tis almost day.
[Exeunt.]