Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel,-chick,- Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, As you from crimes would pardon'd be, PERSONS REPRESENTED. Verona. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio. JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Servants, Musicians. SCENE-Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MI- 1 TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. ACT I. SCENE I. An open Place in Verona. Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wer't not, affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest danger, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. 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. VOL. I. F Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading mo ment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: 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. And he that is so yoked by a fool, Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud leave. To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! |