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ACT III SCENE I Milan. The Duke's Palace 
DUKESir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
We have some secrets to confer about.
Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?
PROTEUSMy gracious lord, that which I would discover
The law of friendship bids me to conceal;5
But when I call to mind your gracious favours
Done to me, undeserving as I am,
My duty pricks me on to utter that
Which else no worldly good should draw from me.
Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend,10
This night intends to steal away your daughter:
Myself am one made privy to the plot.
I know you have determined to bestow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;
And should she thus be stol'n away from you,15
It would be much vexation to your age.
Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose
To cross my friend in his intended drift
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of sorrows which would press you down,20
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
DUKEProteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;
Which to requite, command me while I live.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply when they have judged me fast asleep,25
And oftentimes have purposed to forbid
Sir Valentine her company and my court:
But fearing lest my jealous aim might err
And so unworthily disgrace the man,
A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,30
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclosed to me.
And, that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,35
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
PROTEUSKnow, noble lord, they have devised a mean
How he her chamber-window will ascend
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;40
For which the youthful lover now is gone
And this way comes he with it presently;
Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly
That my discovery be not aimed at;45
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
DUKEUpon mine honour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
PROTEUSAdieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming.50
DUKESir Valentine, whither away so fast?
VALENTINEPlease it your grace, there is a messenger
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.
DUKEBe they of much import?55
VALENTINEThe tenor of them doth but signify
My health and happy being at your court.
DUKENay then, no matter; stay with me awhile;
I am to break with thee of some affairs
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.60
'Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought
To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter.

VALENTINEI know it well, my Lord; and, sure, the match
Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth and qualities65
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter:
Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him?
DUKENo, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty,
Neither regarding that she is my child70
Nor fearing me as if I were her father;
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,75
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in:
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
VALENTINEWhat would your Grace have me to do in this?80
DUKEThere is a lady in Verona here
Whom I affect; but she is nice and coy
And nought esteems my aged eloquence:
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor--
For long agone I have forgot to court;85
Besides, the fashion of the time is changed--
How and which way I may bestow myself
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
VALENTINEWin her with gifts, if she respect not words:
Dumb jewels often in their silent kind90
More than quick words do move a woman's mind.
DUKEBut she did scorn a present that I sent her.
VALENTINEA woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
Send her another; never give her o'er;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.95
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;100
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away!'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.105
DUKEBut she I mean is promised by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.
VALENTINEWhy, then, I would resort to her by night.110
DUKEAy, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
VALENTINEWhat lets but one may enter at her window?
DUKEHer chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving that one cannot climb it115
Without apparent hazard of his life.
VALENTINEWhy then, a ladder quaintly made of cords,
To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Would serve to scale another Hero's tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.120
DUKENow, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
VALENTINEWhen would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that.
DUKEThis very night; for Love is like a child,
That longs for every thing that he can come by.125
VALENTINEBy seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
DUKEBut, hark thee; I will go to her alone:
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
VALENTINEIt will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
Under a cloak that is of any length.130
DUKEA cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
VALENTINEAy, my good lord.
DUKEThen let me see thy cloak:
I'll get me one of such another length.
VALENTINEWhy, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.135
DUKEHow shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'!
And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once.140
'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
And slaves they are to me that send them flying:
O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying!
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them:145
While I, their king, that hither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord would be.'150
What's here?
'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaeton,--for thou art Merops' son,--
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car155
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?
Go, base intruder! overweening slave!
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
And think my patience, more than thy desert,160
Is privilege for thy departure hence:
Thank me for this more than for all the favours
Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories
Longer than swiftest expedition165
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.170
VALENTINEAnd why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish'd from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?175
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;180
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.185
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
PROTEUSRun, boy, run, run, and seek him out.
LAUNCESoho, soho!190
PROTEUSWhat seest thou?
LAUNCEHim we go to find: there's not a hair on's head
but 'tis a Valentine.
PROTEUSWho then? his spirit?
PROTEUSWhat then?
LAUNCECan nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?200
PROTEUSWho wouldst thou strike?
PROTEUSVillain, forbear.
LAUNCEWhy, sir, I'll strike nothing: I pray you,--
PROTEUSSirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.205
VALENTINEMy ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possess'd them.
PROTEUSThen in dumb silence will I bury mine,
For they are harsh, untuneable and bad.
VALENTINEIs Silvia dead?210
PROTEUSNo, Valentine.
VALENTINENo Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.
Hath she forsworn me?
PROTEUSNo, Valentine.
VALENTINENo Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.215
What is your news?
LAUNCESir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.
PROTEUSThat thou art banished--O, that's the news!--
From hence, from Silvia and from me thy friend.
VALENTINEO, I have fed upon this woe already,220
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
PROTEUSAy, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom--
Which, unreversed, stands in effectual force--
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:225
Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,230
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chafed him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,235
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.
VALENTINENo more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
Have some malignant power upon my life:
If so, I pray thee, breathe it in mine ear,240
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
PROTEUSCease to lament for that thou canst not help,
And study help for that which thou lament'st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;245
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence;
Which, being writ to me, shall be deliver'd250
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate:
Come, I'll convey thee through the city-gate;
And, ere I part with thee, confer at large
Of all that may concern thy love-affairs.255
As thou lovest Silvia, though not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me!
VALENTINEI pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate.
PROTEUSGo, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.260
VALENTINEO my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!
LAUNCEI am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit to
think my master is a kind of a knave: but that's
all one, if he be but one knave. He lives not now
that knows me to be in love; yet I am in love; but a265
team of horse shall not pluck that from me; nor who
'tis I love; and yet 'tis a woman; but what woman, I
will not tell myself; and yet 'tis a milkmaid; yet
'tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet 'tis
a maid, for she is her master's maid, and serves for270
wages. She hath more qualities than a water-spaniel;
which is much in a bare Christian.
[Pulling out a paper]
Here is the cate-log of her condition.
'Imprimis: She can fetch and carry.' Why, a horse
can do no more: nay, a horse cannot fetch, but only275
carry; therefore is she better than a jade. 'Item:
She can milk;' look you, a sweet virtue in a maid
with clean hands.
[Enter SPEED]
SPEEDHow now, Signior Launce! what news with your
LAUNCEWith my master's ship? why, it is at sea.
SPEEDWell, your old vice still; mistake the word. What
news, then, in your paper?
LAUNCEThe blackest news that ever thou heardest.
SPEEDWhy, man, how black?285
LAUNCEWhy, as black as ink.
SPEEDLet me read them.
LAUNCEFie on thee, jolt-head! thou canst not read.
SPEEDThou liest; I can.
LAUNCEI will try thee. Tell me this: who begot thee?290
SPEEDMarry, the son of my grandfather.
LAUNCEO illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy
grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.
SPEEDCome, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
LAUNCEThere; and St. Nicholas be thy speed!295
SPEED[Reads] 'Imprimis: She can milk.'
LAUNCEAy, that she can.
SPEED'Item: She brews good ale.'
LAUNCEAnd thereof comes the proverb: 'Blessing of your
heart, you brew good ale.'300
SPEED'Item: She can sew.'
LAUNCEThat's as much as to say, Can she so?
SPEED'Item: She can knit.'
LAUNCEWhat need a man care for a stock with a wench, when
she can knit him a stock?305
SPEED'Item: She can wash and scour.'
LAUNCEA special virtue: for then she need not be washed
and scoured.
SPEED'Item: She can spin.'
LAUNCEThen may I set the world on wheels, when she can310
spin for her living.
SPEED'Item: She hath many nameless virtues.'
LAUNCEThat's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that,
indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.
SPEED'Here follow her vices.'315
LAUNCEClose at the heels of her virtues.
SPEED'Item: She is not to be kissed fasting in respect
of her breath.'
LAUNCEWell, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on.
SPEED'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'320
LAUNCEThat makes amends for her sour breath.
SPEED'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'
LAUNCEIt's no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.
SPEED'Item: She is slow in words.'
LAUNCEO villain, that set this down among her vices! To325
be slow in words is a woman's only virtue: I pray
thee, out with't, and place it for her chief virtue.
SPEED'Item: She is proud.'
LAUNCEOut with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot
be ta'en from her.330
SPEED'Item: She hath no teeth.'
LAUNCEI care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
SPEED'Item: She is curst.'
LAUNCEWell, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
SPEED'Item: She will often praise her liquor.'335
LAUNCEIf her liquor be good, she shall: if she will not, I
will; for good things should be praised.
SPEED'Item: She is too liberal.'
LAUNCEOf her tongue she cannot, for that's writ down she
is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that340
I'll keep shut: now, of another thing she may, and
that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
SPEED'Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults
than hairs, and more wealth than faults.'
LAUNCEStop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not345
mine, twice or thrice in that last article.
Rehearse that once more.
SPEED'Item: She hath more hair than wit,'--
LAUNCEMore hair than wit? It may be; I'll prove it. The
cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it350
is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit
is more than the wit, for the greater hides the
less. What's next?
SPEED'And more faults than hairs,'--
LAUNCEThat's monstrous: O, that that were out!355
SPEED'And more wealth than faults.'
LAUNCEWhy, that word makes the faults gracious. Well,
I'll have her; and if it be a match, as nothing is
SPEEDWhat then?360
LAUNCEWhy, then will I tell thee--that thy master stays
for thee at the North-gate.
SPEEDFor me?
LAUNCEFor thee! ay, who art thou? he hath stayed for a
better man than thee.365
SPEEDAnd must I go to him?
LAUNCEThou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long
that going will scarce serve the turn.
SPEEDWhy didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!
LAUNCENow will he be swinged for reading my letter; an370
unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into
secrets! I'll after, to rejoice in the boy's correction.

Next: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act 3, Scene 2

Explanatory notes for Act 3, Scene 1
From The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Ed. Israel Gollancz. New York: University Society.

186. to fly: That is, by flying, or in flying.

193. hair: Launce is still quibbling: he is running down the hare he started when he first entered.

295. Saint Nicholas be thy speed! - Saint Nicholas had many weighty cares, but was best known as the patron saint of scholars, in which office he is here invoked. He is said to have gained this honour by restoring to life three scholars, whom a wicked host had murdered while on their way to school. By the statutes of St. Paul's School, London, the scholars are required to attend divine service in the cathedral on the anniversary of Saint Nicholas. The parish clerks of London, probably because scholars were called clerks, formed themselves into a guild, with this saint for their patron. In 1 Henry IV thieves are called Saint Nicholas's clerks; whether from the similarity of the names Nicholas and Old Nick, or from some similarity of conduct in thieves and scholars in the old days of learned beggary does not fully appear.

305, 306. stock: Launce's play on this word is explained by Hudson as follows: "The last stock means stocking; the other, dower, or stock of goods, probably."

345. liberal: That is, free beyond the allowings of modesty. Liberal was frequently used as meaning licentious.

358. The cover of the salt: "The ancient English salt-cellar," says Malone, "was very different from the modern, being a large piece of plate, generally much ornamented, with a cover, to keep the salt clean. There was but one salt-cellar on the dinner-table, which was placed near the top of the table; and those who sat below the salt were, for the most part, of an inferior condition to those who sat above it."

How to cite the explanatory notes:
Shakespeare, William. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Ed. Israel Gollancz. New York: University Society, 1901. Shakespeare Online. 10 Aug. 2010. (date when you accessed the information) < >.

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