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 forsworneIn 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?
Pro.I gentle Thurio, for you know that loueWill creepe in seruice, where it cannot goe.
Th. I, but I hope, Sir, that you loue not here.
Pro.Sir, but I doe: or else I would be hence.
Th. Who, Siluia?
Pro.I, Siluia, for your sake
Th. I thanke you for your owne: Now GentlemenLet's tune: and too it lustily a while.
Ho. Now, my yong guest; me thinks your' allycholly;I pray you why is it?
Iu. Marry (mine Host) because I cannot be merry.
Ho. Come, we'll haue you merry: ile bring you whereyou shall heare Musique, and see the Gentleman thatyou ask'd for.
Iu. But shall I heare him speake.
Ho. I that you shall.
Iu. That will be Musique.
Ho. Harke, harke.
Iu. Is he among these?
Ho. 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.
Ho. 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.
Ho. Why, my pretty youth?
Iu. He plaies false (father.)
Ho. How, out of tune on the strings.
Iu. Not so: but yetSo false that he grieues my very heart-strings.
Ho. You haue a quicke eare.
Iu. I, I would I were deafe: it makes me haue a slow heart.
Ho. I perceiue you delight not in Musique.
Iu. Not a whit, when it iars so.
Ho. Harke, what fine change is in the Musique.
Iu. I: that change is the spight.
Ho. 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?
Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me,He lou'd her out of all nicke.
Iu. Where is Launce?
Ho. Gone to seeke his dog, which to morrow, by hisMasters command, hee must carry for a present to hisLady.
Iu. Peace, stand aside, the company parts.
Pro.Sir Thurio, feare not you, I will so pleade,That you shall say, my cunning drift excels.
Th. Where meete we?
Pro.At Saint Gregories well
Th. Farewell.
Pro.Madam: good eu'n to your Ladiship.
Sil. 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.
Sil. Sir Protheus, as I take it.
Pro.Sir Protheus (gentle Lady) and your Seruant.
Sil. What's your will?
Pro.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.
Pro.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.
Sil. Say that she be: yet Valentine thy friendSuruiues; to whom (thy selfe art witnesse)I am betroth'd; and art thou not asham'dTo wrong him, with thy importunacy?
Pro.I likewise heare that Valentine is dead.
Sil. And so suppose am I; for in her graueAssure thy selfe, my loue is buried.
Pro.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.
Iul. 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 selfeIs 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.
Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir;But, since your falsehood shall become you wellTo 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-nightThat wait for execution in the morne.
Iul. Host, will you goe?
Ho. By my hallidome, I was fast asleepe.
Iul. Pray you, where lies Sir Protheus?
Ho. Marry, at my house:Trust me, I thinke 'tis almost day.
Iul. Not so: but it hath bin the longest nightThat ere I watch'd, and the most heauiest.