The Two Gentlemen Of Verona

1 Enter Duke and Thurio.
2 DUKE.
3 Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you
4 Now Valentine is banished from her sight.
5 THURIO.
6 Since his exile she hath despised me most,
7 Forsworn my company and railed at me,
8 That I am desperate of obtaining her.
9 DUKE.
10 This weak impress of love is as a figure
11 Trenched in ice, which with an hour’s heat
12 Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
13 A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
14 And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
15 Enter Proteus.
16 How now, Sir Proteus? Is your countryman,
17 According to our proclamation, gone?
18 PROTEUS.
19 Gone, my good lord.
20 DUKE.
21 My daughter takes his going grievously.
22 PROTEUS.
23 A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.
24 DUKE.
25 So I believe, but Thurio thinks not so.
26 Proteus, the good conceit I hold of thee,
27 For thou hast shown some sign of good desert,
28 Makes me the better to confer with thee.
29 PROTEUS.
30 Longer than I prove loyal to your Grace
31 Let me not live to look upon your Grace.
32 DUKE.
33 Thou know’st how willingly I would effect
34 The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter?
35 PROTEUS.
36 I do, my lord.
37 DUKE.
38 And also, I think, thou art not ignorant
39 How she opposes her against my will?
40 PROTEUS.
41 She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.
42 DUKE.
43 Ay, and perversely she persevers so.
44 What might we do to make the girl forget
45 The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?
46 PROTEUS.
47 The best way is to slander Valentine
48 With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent,
49 Three things that women highly hold in hate.
50 DUKE.
51 Ay, but she’ll think that it is spoke in hate.
52 PROTEUS.
53 Ay, if his enemy deliver it;
54 Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken
55 By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.
56 DUKE.
57 Then you must undertake to slander him.
58 PROTEUS.
59 And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do.
60 ’Tis an ill office for a gentleman,
61 Especially against his very friend.
62 DUKE.
63 Where your good word cannot advantage him,
64 Your slander never can endamage him;
65 Therefore the office is indifferent,
66 Being entreated to it by your friend.
67 PROTEUS.
68 You have prevailed, my lord. If I can do it
69 By aught that I can speak in his dispraise,
70 She shall not long continue love to him.
71 But say this weed her love from Valentine,
72 It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio.
73 THURIO.
74 Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,
75 Lest it should ravel and be good to none,
76 You must provide to bottom it on me,
77 Which must be done by praising me as much
78 As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine.
79 DUKE.
80 And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind
81 Because we know, on Valentine’s report,
82 You are already Love’s firm votary
83 And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.
84 Upon this warrant shall you have access
85 Where you with Silvia may confer at large—
86 For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,
87 And, for your friend’s sake, will be glad of you—
88 Where you may temper her by your persuasion
89 To hate young Valentine and love my friend.
90 PROTEUS.
91 As much as I can do I will effect.
92 But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough.
93 You must lay lime to tangle her desires
94 By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes
95 Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.
96 DUKE.
97 Ay, much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.
98 PROTEUS.
99 Say that upon the altar of her beauty
100 You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart.
101 Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
102 Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
103 That may discover such integrity.
104 For Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews,
105 Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
106 Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans
107 Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
108 After your dire-lamenting elegies,
109 Visit by night your lady’s chamber-window
110 With some sweet consort; to their instruments
111 Tune a deploring dump; the night’s dead silence
112 Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance.
113 This, or else nothing, will inherit her.
114 DUKE.
115 This discipline shows thou hast been in love.
116 THURIO.
117 And thy advice this night I’ll put in practice.
118 Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,
119 Let us into the city presently
120 To sort some gentlemen well skilled in music.
121 I have a sonnet that will serve the turn
122 To give the onset to thy good advice.
123 DUKE.
124 About it, gentlemen!
125 PROTEUS.
126 We’ll wait upon your Grace till after supper,
127 And afterward determine our proceedings.
128 DUKE.
129 Even now about it! I will pardon you.
130 [_Exeunt._]