{"product_id":"the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-isbn-9780451530639","title":"The Two Gentlemen of Verona","description":"THE NEWLY REVISED SIGNET CLASSIC SHAKESPEARE SERIES \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mostly set in Milan, this comedy is the story of two newly-arrived Veronese friends, Valentine and Proteus. Both vie for the Duke's daughter's hand, with lots of laughter ensuing.“A remarkable edition, one that makes Shakespeare’s extraordinary accomplishment more vivid than ever.”—James Shapiro, professor, Columbia University, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Year in the Life of Shakespeare: 1599\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A feast of literary and historical information.”\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Valentine [and] Proteus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHome-keeping youth have ever homely wits.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWere't not affection chains thy tender days\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo the sweet glances of thy honoured love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI rather would entreat thy company\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo see the wonders of the world abroad,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThan - living dully sluggardized at home -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven as I would, when I to love begin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThink on thy Proteus, when thou haply see'st\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome rare noteworthy object in thy travel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWish me partaker in thy happiness\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen thou dost meet good hap: and in thy danger -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf ever danger do environ thee -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCommend thy grievance to my holy prayers,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE And on a love-book pray for my success?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE That's on some shallow story of deep love:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow young Leander crossed the Hellespont.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS That's a deep story, of a deeper love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor he was more than over-shoes in love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE 'Tis true: for you are over-boots in love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet you never swam the Hellespont.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE No, I will not, for it boots thee not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS What?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCoy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf haply won, perhaps a hapless gain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf lost, why then a grievous labour won;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHowever, but a folly bought with wit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr else a wit by folly vanquishèd.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS 'Tis Love you cavil at: I am not Love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE Love is your master, for he masters you:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd he that is so yokèd by a fool,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMethinks should not be chronicled for wise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Yet writers say: as in the sweetest bud\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe eating canker dwells, so eating love\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInhabits in the finest wits of all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE And writers say: as the most forward bud\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs eaten by the canker ere it blow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven so by love, the young and tender wit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs turned to folly, blasting in the bud,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLosing his verdure, even in the prime,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the fair effects of future hopes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut wherefore waste I time to counsel thee\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat art a votary to fond desire?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce more, adieu. My father at the road\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExpects my coming, there to see me shipped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE Sweet Proteus, no: now let us take our leave.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo Milan let me hear from thee by letters\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf thy success in love, and what news else\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetideth here in absence of thy friend:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I likewise will visit thee with mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS All happiness bechance to thee in Milan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eVALENTINE As much to you at home: and so, farewell. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS He after honour hunts, I after love;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe leaves his friends to dignify them more;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI leave myself, my friends and all, for love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMade me neglect my studies, lose my time,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWar with good counsel, set the world at nought;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMade wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Enter Speed]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Sir Proteus, 'save you. Saw you my master?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS But now he parted hence to embark for Milan.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Twenty to one then, he is shipped already,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I have played the sheep in losing him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn if the shepherd be awhile away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, and I a sheep?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS I do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED This proves me still a sheep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS True: and thy master a shepherd.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee. Therefore thou art a sheep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Such another proof will make me cry 'baa'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS But dost thou hear? Gav'st thou my letter to Julia?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Nay, in that you are astray: 'twere best pound you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS You mistake: I mean the pound - a pinfold.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED From a pound to a pin? Fold it over and over, 'tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Speed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS But what said she? Nods his head\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Ay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Nod - ay - why, that's 'noddy'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED You mistook, sir: I say she did nod, and you ask me if she did nod, and I say 'ay'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS And that set together is noddy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Why sir, how do you bear with me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly, having nothing but the word 'noddy' for my pains.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Well, sir: here is for your pains. What said she? Gives a coin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Examines coin, with contempt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Why? Couldst thou perceive so much from her?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS What said she, nothing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSPEED 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROTEUS Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wreck, [Exit Speed]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich cannot perish having thee aboard,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBeing destined to a drier death on shore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI must go send some better messenger:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI fear my Julia would not deign my lines,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eReceiving them from such a worthless post. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 2 running scene 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Julia and Lucetta\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA But say, Lucetta - now we are alone -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Of all the fair resort of gentlemen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat every day with parle encounter me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn thy opinion, which is worthiest love?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAccording to my shallow simple skill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut, were I you, he never should be mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Lord, Lord: to see what folly reigns in us!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA How now? What means this passion at his name?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat I - unworthy body as I am -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShould censure thus on lovely gentlemen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Then thus: of many good, I think him best.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Your reason?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA I have no other, but a woman's reason:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI think him so because I think him so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Why he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Yet he, of all the rest, I think best loves ye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA His little speaking shows his love but small.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA They do not love that do not show their love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA O, they love least that let men know their love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA I would I knew his mind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Peruse this paper, madam. Gives a letter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA 'To Julia'. Say, from whom?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA That the contents will show.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Say, say: who gave it thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Sir Valentine's page: and sent, I think, from Proteus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe would have given it you, but I, being in the way,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDid in your name receive it: pardon the fault, I pray.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDare you presume to harbour wanton lines?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo whisper and conspire against my youth?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd you an officer fit for the place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere, take the paper: see it be returned,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr else return no more into my sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Will ye be gone?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA That you may ruminate. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt were a shame to call her back again\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd pray her to a fault for which I chid her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat fool is she, that knows I am a maid,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd would not force the letter to my view!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSince maids, in modesty, say 'no' to that\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich they would have the profferer construe 'ay'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFie, fie: how wayward is this foolish love\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat - like a testy babe - will scratch the nurse\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen willingly I would have had her here!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow angerly I taught my brow to frown,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen inward joy enforced my heart to smile!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy penance is to call Lucetta back\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd ask remission for my folly past.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat ho! Lucetta!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Enter Lucetta]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA What would your ladyship?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Is't near dinner-time?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA I would it were,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat you might kill your stomach on your meat\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd not upon your maid. Drops a letter,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA What is't that you took up so gingerly? then picks it up\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Why didst thou stoop then?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA To take a paper up that I let fall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA And is that paper nothing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Nothing concerning me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Then let it lie for those that it concerns.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnless it have a false interpreter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGive me a note: your ladyship can set-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA As little by such toys as may be possible.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBest sing it to the tune of 'Light o'love'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA It is too heavy for so light a tune.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Heavy? Belike it hath some burden then?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Ay, and melodious were it, would you sing it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA And why not you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA I cannot reach so high.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Let's see your song. Takes the letter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow now, minion!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet methinks I do not like this tune.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA You do not?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA No, madam, 'tis too sharp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA You, minion, are too saucy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Nay, now you are too flat,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd mar the concord with too harsh a descant:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere wanteth but a mean to fill your song.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA The mean is drowned with your unruly bass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHere is a coil with protestation! Tears the letter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGo, get you gone, and let the papers lie:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou would be fing'ring them to anger me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA She makes it strange, but she would be best pleased\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo be so angered with another letter. [Exit]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Nay, would I were so angered with the same:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO hateful hands, to tear such loving words;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInjurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd kill the bees that yield it with your stings!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI'll kiss each several paper for amends.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLook, here is writ 'kind Julia'. Unkind Julia, ØExamining the piecesØ\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs in revenge of thy ingratitude,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI throw thy name against the bruising stones,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTrampling contemptuously on thy disdain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePoor wounded name: my bosom as a bed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly healed;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut twice or thrice was 'Proteus' written down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBe calm, good wind, blow not a word away\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTill I have found each letter, in the letter,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcept mine own name: that, some whirlwind bear\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd throw it thence into the raging sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLo, here in one line is his name twice writ:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo the sweet Julia': that I'll tear away:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet I will not, sith so prettily\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe couples it to his complaining names.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThus will I fold them, one upon another;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNow kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Enter Lucetta]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Well, let us go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA If you respect them, best to take them up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Nay, I was taken up for laying them down.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Picks up the pieces\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA I see you have a month's mind to them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLUCETTA Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI see things too, although you judge I wink.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJULIA Come, come: will't please you go? Exeunt\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAct 1 Scene 3 running scene 3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Antonio and Pantino\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO Tell me, Pantino, what sad talk was that\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWherewith my brother held you in the cloister?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePANTINO 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO Why? What of him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePANTINO He wondered that your lordship\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWould suffer him to spend his youth at home,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile other men, of slender reputation,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePut forth their sons to seek preferment out:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome to the wars to try their fortune there,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome to discover islands far away,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSome to the studious universities;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor any or for all these exercises,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe said that Proteus your son was meet,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd did request me to importune you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo let him spend his time no more at home,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich would be great impeachment to his age,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn having known no travel in his youth.","brand":"Signet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304615432421,"sku":"NP9780451530639","price":6.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451530639.jpg?v=1767741951","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-isbn-9780451530639","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}