Faculty of English

PROTEUS       Madam, if your heart be so obdurate, Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love, The picture that is hanging in your chamber. To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep; For since the substance of your perfect self Is else devoted, I am but a shadow, And to your shadow will I make true love. JULIA  [aside] If ’twere a substance […]

SILVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend, Survives to whom – thyself art witness – I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importunacy? PROTEUS       I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. SILVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave, Assure thyself, my love is buried. […]

SILVIA For me – by this pale queen of night I swear – I am so far from granting thy request That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit, And by and by intend to chide myself Even for this time I spend in talking to thee. PROTEUS       I grant, sweet love, that I did […]

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, […]