SILVIA What’s your will? PROTEUS       That I may compass yours. SILVIA You have your wish. My will is even this, That presently you hie you home to bed. Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man. Think’st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seduced by thy flattery That hast deceived so many with thy […]

PROTEUS       Sir Thurio, fear not you, I will so plead That you shall say my cunning drift excels. THURIO          Where meet we? PROTEUS At Saint Gregory’s well. THURIO Farewell. [Exit Thurio][Enter Silvia, above] PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship. SILVIA             I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who is that that spoke? PROTEUS […]

HOST  Hark, what fine change is in the music. JULIA  Ay, that ‘change’ is the spite. HOST You would have them always play but one thing? JULIA I would always have one play but one thing. But Host, doth this Sir Proteus that we talk on often resort unto this gentlewoman? HOST. I tell you what Lance […]

HOST  How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not. JULIA  You mistake – the musician likes me not. HOST Why, my pretty youth? JULIA He plays false, father. HOST How, out of tune on the strings? JULIA Not so – but yet so false that he […]

Who is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she. The heaven such grace did lend her That she might admirèd be.   Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness. Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness, […]

[Enter Host and Julia disguised as a boy, who stand apart] HOST  Now, my young guest, methinks you’re allycholly. I pray you, why is it? JULIA  Marry, mine host, because I cannot be merry. HOST Come, we’ll have you merry. I’ll bring you where you shall hear music, and see the gentleman that you asked for. JULIA […]

[Enter Thurio and Musicians] THURIO          How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? PROTEUS       Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love Will creep in service where it cannot go. THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence. THURIO Who, […]

PROTEUS       And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lover’s hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, The more it grows, and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window, And give some evening music to her ear.   (4.2.12-17)   And notwithstanding all […]

Enter Proteus PROTEUS       Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the colour of commending him I have access my own love to prefer. But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to […]

THIRD OUTLAW        What sayst thou? Wilt thou be of our consort? Say ‘Ay’, and be the captain of us all. We’ll do thee homage and be ruled by thee, Love thee as our commander and our king. FIRST OUTLAW         But if thou scorn our courtesy, thou diest. SECOND OUTLAW     Thou shalt not live to brag […]