Chapter I: Act I: SCENE I. Verona. An open place

_Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS._

_Val._ Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company 5 To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But since thou lovest, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. 10

_Pro._ Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, 15 If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

_Val._ And on a love-book pray for my success?

_Pro._ Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. 20

_Val._ That's on some shallow story of deep love: How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

_Pro._ That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.

_Val._ 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, 25 And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

_Pro._ Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.

_Val._ No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

_Pro._ What?

_Val._ To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth 30 With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished. 35

_Pro._ So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

_Val._ So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.

_Pro._ 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.

_Val._ Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, 40 Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

_Pro._ Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

_Val._ And writers say, as the most forward bud 45 Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly; blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. 50 But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu! my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

_Pro._ And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. 55

_Val._ Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And I likewise will visit thee with mine. 60

_Pro._ All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!

_Val._ As much to you at home! and so, farewell. [_Exit._

_Pro._ He after honour hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all, for love. 65 Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.

_Enter SPEED._

_Speed._ Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master? 70

_Pro._ But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.

_Speed._ Twenty to one, then, he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

_Pro._ Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away. 75

_Speed._ You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep?

_Pro._ I do.

_Speed._ Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. 80

_Pro._ A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.

_Speed._ This proves me still a sheep.

_Pro._ True; and thy master a shepherd.

_Speed._ Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

_Pro._ It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another. 85

_Speed._ The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.

_Pro._ The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages 90 followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

_Speed._ Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'

_Pro._ But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? 95

_Speed._ Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

_Pro._ Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

_Speed._ If the ground be overcharged, you were best 100 stick her.

_Pro._ Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.

_Speed._ Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

_Pro._ You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold. 105

_Speed._ From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

_Pro._ But what said she?

_Speed._ [_First nodding_] Ay.

_Pro._ Nod--Ay--why, that's noddy. 110

_Speed._ You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, 'Ay.'

_Pro._ And that set together is noddy.

_Speed._ Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains. 115

_Pro._ No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.

_Speed._ Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

_Pro._ Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

_Speed._ Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing but the word 'noddy' for my pains. 120

_Pro._ Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

_Speed._ And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

_Pro._ Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she?

_Speed._ Open your purse, that the money and the matter 125 may be both at once delivered.

_Pro._ Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

_Speed._ Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

_Pro._ Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?

_Speed._ Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; 130 no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

_Pro._ What said she? nothing? 135

_Speed._ No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

_Pro._ Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, 140 Which cannot perish having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore. [_Exit Speed._ I must go send some better messenger: I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. [_Exit._ 145

Notes: I, 1.

8: _with_] _in_ Capell.
19: _my_] F1. _thy_ F2 F3 F4.
21-28: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
25: _for_] _but_ Collier MS.
28: _thee_] om. S. Walker conj. See note (II).
30: _fading_] om. Hanmer.
48: _blasting_] _blasted_ Collier MS.
57: _To_] F1. _At_ F2 F3 F4. _To Milan!--let me hear_ Malone conj.
65: _leave_] Pope. _love_ Ff.
69: _Made_] _Make_ Johnson conj.
70: SCENE II. Pope.
70-144: Put in the margin by Pope.
77: _a_] F2 F3 F4. om. F1.
89: _follow_] _follows_ Pope.
102: _astray_] _a stray_ Theobald (Thirlby conj.)
_Nay: ... astray,_] Edd. _Nay, ... astray:_ Ff.
105: _a_] _the_ Delius (Capell conj.).
108, 109: Pro. _But what said she?_ Speed. [First nodding] _Ay._]
Edd.
Pro. _But what said she?_ Sp. _I._ Ff. Pro. _But what said she?_
Speed. _She nodded and said I._ Pope.
Pro. _But what said she? Did she nod?_ [Speed nods] Speed. _I._
Theobald.
Pro. _But what said she?_ [Speed _nods_] _Did she nod?_ Speed.
_I._ Capell.
110: _Nod--Ay--_] _Nod--I,_ Ff.
111, 112: _say ... say_] F1. _said ... said_ F2 F3 F4.
126: _at once_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
130-134: Printed as verse in Ff.
130: _from her_] _from her better_ Collier MS. to rhyme with
_letter_ in the next line.
132: _brought_] _brought to her_ Collier MS.
133: _your_] F1. _her_ F2 F3 F4. _you her_ Collier MS.
135: _What said she? nothing?_] _What said she, nothing?_ Ff.
_What, said she nothing?_ Pope.
137: _as 'Take ... I thank you_] _as 'I thank you; take ..._
Edd. conj.
_testerned_] F2 F3 F4. _cestern'd_ F1.
138: _henceforth_] F1 F3 F4. _hencefore_ F2.
_letters_] F1. _letter_ F2 F3 F4.

SCENE II. _The same. Garden of JULIA'S house._

_Enter JULIA and LUCETTA._

_Jul._ But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love?

_Luc._ Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

_Jul._ Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, 5 In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

_Luc._ Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill.

_Jul._ What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

_Luc._ As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; 10 But, were I you, he never should be mine.

_Jul._ What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

_Luc._ Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.

_Jul._ What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?

_Luc._ Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! 15

_Jul._ How now! what means this passion at his name?

_Luc._ Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

_Jul._ Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? 20

_Luc._ Then thus,--of many good I think him best.

_Jul._ Your reason?

_Luc._ I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.

_Jul._ And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? 25

_Luc._ Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

_Jul._ Why, he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.

_Luc._ Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

_Jul._ His little speaking shows his love but small.

_Luc._ Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. 30

_Jul._ They do not love that do not show their love.

_Luc._ O, they love least that let men know their love.

_Jul._ I would I knew his mind.

_Luc._ Peruse this paper, madam.

_Jul._ 'To Julia.'--Say, from whom? 35

_Luc._ That the contents will show.

_Jul._ Say, say, who gave it thee?

_Luc._ Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus. He would have given it you; but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray. 40

_Jul._ Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. 45 There, take the paper: see it be return'd; Or else return no more into my sight.

_Luc._ To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.

_Jul._ Will ye be gone?

_Luc._ That you may ruminate. [_Exit._

_Jul._ And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the letter: 50 It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view! Since maids, in modesty, say 'no' to that 55 Which they would have the profferer construe 'ay.' Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, 60 When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past. 65 What, ho! Lucetta!

_Re-enter LUCETTA._

_Luc._ What would your ladyship?

_Jul._ Is't near dinner-time?

_Luc._ I would it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid.

_Jul._ What is't that you took up so gingerly? 70

_Luc._ Nothing.

_Jul._ Why didst thou stoop, then?

_Luc._ To take a paper up that I let fall.

_Jul._ And is that paper nothing?

_Luc._ Nothing concerning me. 75

_Jul._ Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

_Luc._ Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.

_Jul._ Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

_Luc._ That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. 80 Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

_Jul._ --As little by such toys as may be possible. Best sing it to the tune of 'Light o' love.'

_Luc._ It is too heavy for so light a tune.

_Jul._ Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then? 85

_Luc._ Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it.

_Jul._ And why not you?

_Luc._ I cannot reach so high.

_Jul._ Let's see your song. How now, minion!

_Luc._ Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet methinks I do not like this tune. 90

_Jul._ You do not?

_Luc._ No, madam; it is too sharp.

_Jul._ You, minion, are too saucy.

_Luc._ Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. 95

_Jul._ The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass.

_Luc._ Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

_Jul._ This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation! [_Tears the letter._ Go get you gone, and let the papers lie: 100 You would be fingering them, to anger me.

_Luc._ She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter. [_Exit._

_Jul._ Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! 105 Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writ 'kind Julia.' Unkind Julia! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, 110 I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. And here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus.' Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; 115 And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice or thrice was 'Proteus' written down. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Till I have found each letter in the letter, Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear 120 Unto a ragged, fearful-hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, 'Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To the sweet Julia':--that I'll tear away.-- 125 And yet I will not, sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names. Thus will I fold them one upon another: Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

_Re-enter LUCETTA._

_Luc._ Madam, 130 Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

_Jul._ Well, let us go.

_Luc._ What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?

_Jul._ If you respect them, best to take them up.

_Luc._ Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: 135 Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

_Jul._ I see you have a month's mind to them.

_Luc._ Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink.

_Jul._ Come, come; will't please you go? [_Exeunt._ 140

Notes: I, 2.

SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope.
Garden &c.] Malone. Changes to Julia's chamber. Pope.
1: _now we are_] F1. _now are we_ F2 F3 F4.
5: _parle_] _par'le_ Ff.
15: _reigns_] _feigns_ Anon. conj.
18: _am_] _can_ Collier MS.
19: _censure ... gentlemen_] _censure on a lovely gentleman_
S. Verges conj. _censure on this lovely gentleman_ Edd. conj.
_thus_] _pass_ Hanmer.
_on lovely gentlemen_] _a lovely gentleman_ Pope. _a loving
gentleman_ Collier MS.
20: _of_] _on_ S. Verges conj.
30: _Fire_] Ff. _The fire_ Pope.
_that's_] _that is_ Johnson.
39: _being in the way_] _being by_ Pope.
40: _pardon the fault, I pray_] _pardon me_ Pope.
53: _What a fool_] _What 'foole_ F1 F2 F3. _What fool_ F4.
See note (III).
67: _Is't_] _Is it_ Capell.
_near_] om. Boswell.
81: F1 omits the stop after _set_.
83: _o' Love_] Theobald. _O, Love_ F1 F2. _O Love_ F3 F4.
88: _How now_] _Why, how now_ Hanmer. After this line Hanmer adds
a stage direction [Gives her a box on the ear].
96: _your_] _you_ F1.
99: [Tears the letter.] [Tears it. Pope.
102: _best pleased_] _pleased better_ Collier MS.
103: [Exit] F2.
121: _fearful-hanging_] Delius. _fearful, hanging_ Ff.
130, 131: _Madam, Dinner is_] _Madam, dinner's_ Capell conj.
137: _to_] _unto_ Collier MS.
_them._] _them, minion._ Hanmer.
138: _say what sights you see_] _see what sights you think_
Collier MS.

SCENE III. _The same. ANTONIO'S house._

_Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO._

_Ant._ Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

_Pan._ 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

_Ant._ Why, what of him?

_Pan._ He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home, 5 While other men, of slender reputation, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some to discover islands far away; Some to the studious universities. 10 For any, or for all these exercises, He said that Proteus your son was meet; And did request me to importune you To let him spend his time no more at home, Which would be great impeachment to his age, 15 In having known no travel in his youth.

_Ant._ Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time, And how he cannot be a perfect man, 20 Not being tried and tutor'd in the world: Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?

_Pan._ I think your lordship is not ignorant 25 How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

_Ant._ I know it well.

_Pan._ 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, 30 Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

_Ant._ I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it 35 The execution of it shall make known. Even with the speediest expedition I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

_Pan._ To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem, 40 Are journeying to salute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will.

_Ant._ Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time! now will we break with him.

_Enter PROTEUS._

_Pro._ Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! 45 Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn. O, that our fathers would applaud our loves, To seal our happiness with their consents! O heavenly Julia! 50

_Ant._ How now! what letter are you reading there?

_Pro._ May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

_Ant._ Lend me the letter; let me see what news. 55

_Pro._ There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well beloved, And daily graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

_Ant._ And how stand you affected to his wish? 60

_Pro._ As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish.

_Ant._ My will is something sorted with his wish. Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end. 65 I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the emperor's court: What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: 70 Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

_Pro._ My lord, I cannot be so soon provided: Please you, deliberate a day or two.

_Ant._ Look, what thou want'st shall be sent after thee: No more of stay! to-morrow thou must go. 75 Come on, Panthino: you shall be employ'd To hasten on his expedition. [_Exeunt Ant. and Pan._

_Pro._ Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning, And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, 80 Lest he should take exceptions to my love; And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, 85 Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

_Re-enter PANTHINO._

_Pan._ Sir Proteus, your father calls for you: He is in haste; therefore, I pray you, go.

_Pro._ Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto, 90 And yet a thousand times it answers 'no.' [_Exeunt._

Notes: I, 3.

SCENE III.] SCENE IV. Pope. Antonio's House.] Theobald.
1: _Panthino_] F1 F2. _Panthion_ F3 F4.
21: _and_] F1. _nor_ F2 F3 F4.
24: _whither_] F2 F3 F4. _whether_ F1.
44: _And, in good time!_] _And in good time:_ F1. _And in good
time,_ F2 F3 F4. _And,--in good time:_--Dyce.
44: Enter Proteus] F2.
45: _sweet life_] _sweet life! sweet Julia_ Capell.
49: _To_] _And_ Collier MS.
65: _there_] F1 F2. _there's_ F3 F4.
67: _Valentinus_] F1. _Valentino_ F2 F3 F4. _Valentine_ Warburton.
77: [Exeunt Ant. and Pan.]. Rowe.
84: _resembleth_] _resembleth well_ Pope. _resembleth right_
Johnson conj.
86: _sun_] _light_ Johnson conj.
88: Re-enter Panthino.] om. F1. Enter. F2.
_father_] _fathers_ F1.
91: [Exeunt.] Exeunt. Finis. Ff.