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, Unless I be relieved by prayer; As you from crimes would pardoned be, PERSONS REPRESENTED. DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia. VALENTINE,) PROTEUS, } Gentlemen of Verona. ANTONIO, Father to Proteus. THURIO, a foolish Rival to Valentine. EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia in her escape. LAUNCE, Servant to Proteus PANTHIO, Servant to Antonis. Host, where Julia lodges in Milan. JULIA, a Lady of Verona, beloved by Proteus. Servants, Musicians. SCENE. Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of MANTUA. TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. ACT I. SCENE I.—An open Place in Verona. Val. CEASE to persuade, my loving Proteus; 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. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Pro. What? (75) Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groane; 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 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, And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Pro. He after honor hunts, I after love. Enter SPEED. Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master? Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. |