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 1oyal 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, Unless I be relieved by prayer; As you from crimes would pardoned be, PERSONS REPRESENTED. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. VALENTINE, } ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine. LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus. PANTHIO, Servant to Antonio. Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. Outlaws. JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. SILVIA, the Duke's Daughter, beloved by Valentine. LUCETTA, Waiting-woman to Julia. Servants, Musicians. Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of MANTUA. SCENE. (74) TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. ACT I. SCENE I.-An open Place in Verona. Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Pro. Wilt thou begone? Sweet Valentine, adieu: Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness, When thou dost meet good hap; and, in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. What? Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment s mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; Pro. So by your circumstance, you call me fool. Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Even so by love the young and tender wit Once more adieu: my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipped. Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. To Milan, let me hear from thee by letters, Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love. He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphosed me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Mila |