NOTE XII.

11. 2. 165. Before here; bear my bottle' Capell inserts a stage direction [To Cal.], but it appears from III. 2. 62, that Trinculo was entrusted with the office of bottle-bearer.

NOTE XIII.

As none of the pro

III. 1. 15. Most busy lest, when I do it. posed emendations can be regarded as certain, we have left the reading of F, though it is manifestly corrupt. The spelling 'doe' makes Mr Spedding's conjecture 'idlest' for 'I doe it' more probable.

NOTE XIV.

II. 3. 17. The stage direction, which we have divided into two parts, is placed all at once in the folios after 'as when they are fresh' [Solemne and strange Musicke; and Prosper on the top (invisible) Enter... depart].

Pope transferred it to follow Sebastian's words, 'I say, to night:

no more.'

NOTE XV.

III. 3. 48. Each putter out of five for one. See Beaumont and Fletcher, The Noble Gentleman, I. 1. (Vol. II. p. 261, ed. Moxon): 'The return will give you five for one.' MARINE is about to travel.

NOTE XVI.

IV. I. 147. You do look, my son, in a moved sort. Seymour suggests a transposition: 'you do, my son, look in a moved sort.' This line however can scarcely have come from Shakespeare's pen. Perhaps the writer who composed the Masque was allowed to join it, as best he might, to Shakespeare's words, which re-commence at 'Our revels now are ended,' &c.

NOTE XVII.

IV. I. 230. p. 81, note (b).

Let's alone.

See Staunton's "Shakespeare," Vol. I.

NOTE XVIII.

V. 1. 309. Of these our dear-beloved solemnized. The Folios have 'belov'd'; a mode of spelling, which in this case is convenient as indicating the probable rhythm of the verse. We have written 'beloved,' in accordance with the general rule mentioned in the Preface.

'Solemnized' occurs in four other verse passages of Shakespeare. It is three times to be accented 'sólemnized' and once (Love's Labour's Lost, II. I. 41) 'solémnized.'

THE

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

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VOL. I.

SCENE, Verona; Milan; the frontiers of Mantua.

THE

TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Verona. An open place.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.

Val. 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.

Pro.

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.

Val.

And on a love-book pray for my success? Pro. Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee.

8. with] in Capell.

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Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love: How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love;

For he was more than over shoes in love.

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

And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I will not, for it boots thee not.

Pro.

What?

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Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth 30 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.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.
Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool,

Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so cating love

Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. 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.

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But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,
That art a votary to fond desire ?

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Once more adieu! my father at the road

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