| ACT II SCENE VI | The same. The DUKE'S palace. | |
| | Enter PROTEUS | |
| PROTEUS | To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; | |
| | To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; | |
| | To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; | |
| | And even that power which gave me first my oath | 5 |
| | Provokes me to this threefold perjury; | |
| | Love bade me swear and Love bids me forswear. | |
| | O sweet-suggesting Love, if thou hast sinned, | |
| | Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it! | |
| | At first I did adore a twinkling star, | 10 |
| | But now I worship a celestial sun. | |
| | Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken, | |
| | And he wants wit that wants resolved will | |
| | To learn his wit to exchange the bad for better. | |
| | Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, | 15 |
| | Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd | |
| | With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. | |
| | I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; | |
| | But there I leave to love where I should love. | |
| | Julia I lose and Valentine I lose: | 20 |
| | If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; | |
| | If I lose them, thus find I by their loss | |
| | For Valentine myself, for Julia Silvia. | |
| | I to myself am dearer than a friend, | |
| | For love is still most precious in itself; | 25 |
| | And Silvia--witness Heaven, that made her fair!-- | |
| | Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. | |
| | I will forget that Julia is alive, | |
| | Remembering that my love to her is dead; | |
| | And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, | 30 |
| | Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. | |
| | I cannot now prove constant to myself, | |
| | Without some treachery used to Valentine. | |
| | This night he meaneth with a corded ladder | |
| | To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window, | 35 |
| | Myself in counsel, his competitor. | |
| | Now presently I'll give her father notice | |
| | Of their disguising and pretended flight; | |
| | Who, all enraged, will banish Valentine; | |
| | For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter; | 40 |
| | But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross | |
| | By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding. | |
| | Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift, | |
| | As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift! | |
| | Exit | |