Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Two Gentlemen of Verona/Act 4 Scene 2
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Protheus, Thurio, Iulia, Host, Musitian, Siluia.
Pro.
Already haue I bin false to Valentine,
And now I must be as vniust to Thurio,
Vnder the colour of commending him,
I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer.
But Siluia is too faire, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts;
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She 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;
And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips,
The least whereof would quell a louers hope:
Yet (Spaniel-like) the more she spurnes my loue,
The more it growes, and fawneth on her still;
But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window,
And giue some euening Musique to her eare.
Already haue I bin false to Valentine,
And now I must be as vniust to Thurio,
Vnder the colour of commending him,
I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer.
But Siluia is too faire, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts;
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She 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;
And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips,
The least whereof would quell a louers hope:
Yet (Spaniel-like) the more she spurnes my loue,
The more it growes, and fawneth on her still;
But here comes Thurio; now must we to her window,
And giue some euening Musique to her eare.
Th.
How now, sir Protheus, are you crept before vs?
How now, sir Protheus, are you crept before vs?
Pro.
I gentle Thurio, for you know that loue
Will creepe in seruice, where it cannot goe.
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.
I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here.
Pro.
Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence.
Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence.
Th.
Who, Siluia?
Who, Siluia?
Pro.
I, Siluia, for your sake
I, Siluia, for your sake
Th.
I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen
Let's tune: and too it lustily a while.
I thanke you for your owne: Now Gentlemen
Let's tune: and too it lustily a while.
Ho.
Now, my yong guest; me thinks your' allycholly;
I pray you why is it?
Now, my yong guest; me thinks your' allycholly;
I pray you why is it?
Iu.
Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry.
Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry.
Ho.
Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where
you shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman that
you ask'd for.
Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you where
you shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman that
you ask'd for.
Iu.
But shall I heare him speake.
But shall I heare him speake.
Ho.
I that you shall.
I that you shall.
Iu.
That will be Musique.
That will be Musique.
Ho.
Harke, harke.
Harke, harke.
Iu.
Is he among these?
Is he among these?
Ho.
I: but peace, let's heare'm.
I: but peace, let's heare'm.
Song. Who is Siluia? what is she?
That all our Swaines commend her?
Holy, faire, and wise is she,
The heauen such grace did lend her,
that she might admired be.
Is she kinde as she is faire?
For beauty liues with kindnesse:
Loue doth to her eyes repaire,
To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Siluia, let vs sing,
That Siluia is excelling;
She excels each mortall thing
Vpon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let vs Garlands bring.
That all our Swaines commend her?
Holy, faire, and wise is she,
The heauen such grace did lend her,
that she might admired be.
Is she kinde as she is faire?
For beauty liues with kindnesse:
Loue doth to her eyes repaire,
To helpe him of his blindnesse:
And being help'd, inhabits there.
Then to Siluia, let vs sing,
That Siluia is excelling;
She excels each mortall thing
Vpon the dull earth dwelling.
To her let vs Garlands bring.
Ho.
How now? are you sadder then you were before;
How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not.
How now? are you sadder then you were before;
How doe you, man? the Musicke likes you not.
Iu.
You mistake: the Musitian likes me not.
You mistake: the Musitian likes me not.
Ho.
Why, my pretty youth?
Why, my pretty youth?
Iu.
He plaies false (father.)
He plaies false (father.)
Ho.
How, out of tune on the strings.
How, out of tune on the strings.
Iu.
Not so: but yet
So false that he grieues my very heart-strings.
Not so: but yet
So false that he grieues my very heart-strings.
Ho.
You haue a quicke eare.
You haue a quicke eare.
Iu.
I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart.
I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart.
Ho.
I perceiue you delight not in Musique.
I perceiue you delight not in Musique.
Iu.
Not a whit, when it iars so.
Not a whit, when it iars so.
Ho.
Harke, what fine change is in the Musique.
Harke, what fine change is in the Musique.
Iu.
I: that change is the spight.
I: that change is the spight.
Ho.
You would haue them alwaies play but one thing.
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?
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,
He lou'd her out of all nicke.
I tell you what Launce his man told me,
He lou'd her out of all nicke.
Iu.
Where is Launce?
Where is Launce?
Ho.
Gone to seeke his dog, which to morrow, by his
Masters command, hee must carry for a present to his
Lady.
Gone to seeke his dog, which to morrow, by his
Masters command, hee must carry for a present to his
Lady.
Iu.
Peace, stand aside, the company parts.
Peace, stand aside, the company parts.
Pro.
Sir Thurio, feare not you, I will so pleade,
That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Sir Thurio, feare not you, I will so pleade,
That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Th.
Where meete we?
Where meete we?
Pro.
At Saint Gregories well
At Saint Gregories well
Th.
Farewell.
Farewell.
Pro.
Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiship.
Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiship.
Sil.
I thanke you for your Musique (Gentlemen)
Who is that that spake?
I thanke you for your Musique (Gentlemen)
Who is that that spake?
Pro.
One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth,
You would quickly learne to know him by his voice.
One (Lady) if you knew his pure hearts truth,
You would quickly learne to know him by his voice.
Sil.
Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Pro.
Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant.
Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant.
Sil.
What's your will?
What's your will?
Pro.
That I may compasse yours.
That I may compasse yours.
Sil.
You haue your wish: my will is euen this,
That presently you hie you home to bed:
Thou subtile, periur'd, false, disloyall man:
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That 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)
I am so farre from granting thy request,
That I despise thee, for thy wrongfull suite;
And by and by intend to chide my selfe,
Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee.
You haue your wish: my will is euen this,
That presently you hie you home to bed:
Thou subtile, periur'd, false, disloyall man:
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitlesse,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That 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)
I am so farre from granting thy request,
That I despise thee, for thy wrongfull suite;
And by and by intend to chide my selfe,
Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee.
Pro.
I grant (sweet loue) that I did loue a Lady,
But she is dead.
I grant (sweet loue) that I did loue a Lady,
But she is dead.
Iu.
'Twere false, if I should speake it;
For I am sure she is not buried.
'Twere false, if I should speake it;
For I am sure she is not buried.
Sil.
Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend
Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse)
I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him, with thy importunacy?
Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friend
Suruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse)
I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'd
To wrong him, with thy importunacy?
Pro.
I likewise heare that Valentine is dead.
I likewise heare that Valentine is dead.
Sil.
And so suppose am I; for in her graue
Assure thy selfe, my loue is buried.
And so suppose am I; for in her graue
Assure thy selfe, my loue is buried.
Pro.
Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sweet Lady, let me rake it from the earth.
Sil.
Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence,
Or at the least, in hers, sepulcher thine.
Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence,
Or at the least, in hers, sepulcher thine.
Iul.
He heard not that.
He heard not that.
Pro.
Madam: if your heart be so obdurate:
Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue,
The Picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that ile speake, to that ile sigh and weepe:
For since the substance of your perfect selfe
Is else deuoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow, will I make true loue.
Madam: if your heart be so obdurate:
Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue,
The Picture that is hanging in your chamber:
To that ile speake, to that ile sigh and weepe:
For since the substance of your perfect selfe
Is else deuoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow, will I make true loue.
Iul.
If 'twere a substance you would sure deceiue it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
If 'twere a substance you would sure deceiue it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.
Sil.
I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir;
But, since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadowes, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and ile send it:
And so, good rest.
I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir;
But, since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadowes, and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning, and ile send it:
And so, good rest.
Pro.
As wretches haue ore-night
That wait for execution in the morne.
As wretches haue ore-night
That wait for execution in the morne.
Iul.
Host, will you goe?
Host, will you goe?
Ho.
By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe.
By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe.
Iul.
Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?
Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?
Ho.
Marry, at my house:
Trust me, I thinke 'tis almost day.
Marry, at my house:
Trust me, I thinke 'tis almost day.
Iul.
Not so: but it hath bin the longest night
That ere I watch'd, and the most heauiest.
Not so: but it hath bin the longest night
That ere I watch'd, and the most heauiest.