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    The Two Gentlemen of Verona: “They do not love that do not show their love.”
    The Two Gentlemen of Verona: “They do not love that do not show their love.”
    The Two Gentlemen of Verona: “They do not love that do not show their love.”
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    The Two Gentlemen of Verona: “They do not love that do not show their love.”

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    The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown. Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April. Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery. Anne gave birth to their first son six months later. Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established. This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works. With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages. No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men. William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

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    Release dateFeb 1, 2016
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      The Two Gentlemen of Verona - Willam Shakespeare

      Two Gentlemen of Verona by William Shakespeare

      The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown.   

      Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April.

      Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery.  Anne gave birth to their first son six months later.

      Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established.

      This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works.  With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. 

      By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages.

      No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men.

      William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

      Index of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      ACT I

      Scene I - Verona. An Open Place.

      Scene II - The Same. Garden of Julia’s House.

      Scene III - The Same. Antonio's House.

      ACT II

      Scene I - Milan. The Duke’s Palace.

      Scene II - Verona. Julia’s House.

      Scene III - The Same. A Street.

      Scene IV - Milan. The Duke’s Palace.

      Scene V - The Same. A Street.

      Scene VI - The Same. The Duke’s Palace.

      Scene VII - Verona. Julia’s House.

      ACT III

      Scene I - Milan. The Duke’s Palace.

      Scene II - The Same. The Duke’s Palace.

      ACT IV

      Scene I - The Frontiers of Mantua. A Forest.

      Scene II - Milan. Outside the Duke’s Palace, Under Silvia’s Chamber.

      Scene III - The Same.

      Scene IV - The Same.

      ACT V

      Scene I - Milan. An Abbey.

      Scene II - The Same. The Duke’s Palace.

      Scene III - The Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.

      Scene IV - Another Part of the Forest.

      William Shakespeare – a Short Biography

      William Shakespeare – A Concise Bibliography

      Shakespeare; or, the Poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson

      William Shakespeare – A Tribute in Verse

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      DUKE OF MILAN, Father to Silvia.

      VALENTINE, PROTEUS, the Two Gentlemen.

      ANTONIO, Father to Proteus.

      THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine.

      EGLAMOUR, Agent for Silvia, in her escape.

      SPEED, a clownish Servant to Valentine.

      LAUNCE, the like to Proteus.

      PANTHINO, Servant to Antonio.

      HOST, where Julia lodges in Milan.

      OUTLAWS with Valentine.

      JULIA, beloved of Proteus.

      SILVIA, beloved of Valentine.

      LUCETTA, waiting woman to Julia.

      Servants, Musicians.

      SCENE.—Verona; Milan; and the Frontiers of Mantua.

      ACT I

      SCENE I. Verona. An Open Place

      Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS

      VALENTINE

      Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:

      Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

      Were'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 sluggardized at home,

      Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

      But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein,

      Even as I would when I to love begin.

      PROTEUS

      Wilt thou be gone? 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,

      If ever danger do environ thee,

      Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,

      For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

      VALENTINE

      And on a love-book pray for my success?

      PROTEUS

      Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.

      VALENTINE

      That's on some shallow story of deep love:

      How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

      PROTEUS

      That's a deep story of a deeper love:

      For he was more than over shoes in love.

      VALENTINE

      'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,

      And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

      PROTEUS

      Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.

      VALENTINE

      No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

      PROTEUS

      What?

      VALENTINE

      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;

      If lost, why then a grievous labour won;

      However, but a folly bought with wit,

      Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

      PROTEUS

      So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

      VALENTINE

      So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.

      PROTEUS

      'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.

      VALENTINE

      Love is your master, for he masters you:

      And he that is so yoked by a fool,

      Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

      PROTEUS

      Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud

      The eating canker dwells, so eating love

      Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

      VALENTINE

      And writers say, as the most forward bud

      Is eaten by the canker ere it blow,

      Even so by love the young and tender wit

      Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud,

      Losing his verdure even in the prime

      And all the fair effects of future hopes.

      But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,

      That art a votary to fond desire?

      Once more adieu! my father at the road

      Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

      PROTEUS

      And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

      VALENTINE

      Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.

      To Milan let me hear from thee by letters

      Of thy success in love, and what news else

      Betideth here in absence of thy friend;

      And likewise will visit thee with mine.

      PROTEUS

      All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!

      VALENTINE

      As much to you at home! and so, farewell.

      Exit

      PROTEUS

      He after honour 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?

      PROTEUS

      But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.

      SPEED

      Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,

      And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

      PROTEUS

      Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,

      An if the shepherd be a while away.

      SPEED

      You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then,

      And I a sheep?

      PROTEUS

      I do.

      SPEED

      Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.

      PROTEUS

      A silly answer and fitting well a sheep.

      SPEED

      This proves me still a sheep.

      PROTEUS

      True; and thy master a shepherd.

      SPEED

      Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

      PROTEUS

      It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.

      SPEED

      The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore I am no sheep.

      PROTEUS

      The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for wages followest thy master; thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

      SPEED

      Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'

      PROTEUS

      But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?

      SPEED

      Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a

      lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

      PROTEUS

      Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

      SPEED

      If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

      PROTEUS

      Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.

      SPEED

      Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for

      carrying your letter.

      PROTEUS

      You mistake; I mean the pound,—a pinfold.

      SPEED

      From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover.

      PROTEUS

      But what said she?

      SPEED

      [First nodding] Ay.

      PROTEUS

      Nod—Ay—why, that's noddy.

      SPEED

      You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me if she did nod; and I say, 'Ay.'

      PROTEUS

      And that set together is noddy.

      SPEED

      Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

      PROTEUS

      No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.

      SPEED

      Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

      PROTEUS

      Why sir, how do you bear with me?

      SPEED

      Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing but the word 'noddy' for my pains.

      PROTEUS

      Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

      SPEED

      And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

      PROTEUS

      Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she?

      SPEED

      Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.

      PROTEUS

      Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

      SPEED

      Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

      PROTEUS

      Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?

      SPEED

      Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.

      PROTEUS

      What said she? nothing?

      SPEED

      No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned

      me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

      PROTEUS

      Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,

      Which cannot perish having thee aboard,

      Being destined to a drier death on shore.

      Exit SPEED

      I must go send some better messenger:

      I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,

      Receiving them from such a worthless post.

      Exit

      SCENE II. The Same. Garden of Julia’s House

      Enter JULlA and LUCETTA

      JULIA

      But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

      Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

      LUCETTA

      Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.

      JULIA

      Of all the fair resort of gentlemen

      That every day with parle encounter me,

      In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

      LUCETTA

      Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind

      According to my shallow simple skill.

      JULIA

      What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

      LUCETTA

      As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;

      But, were I you, he never should be mine.

      JULIA

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