Faculty of English

VALENTINE    No more, unless the next word that thou speak’st Have some malignant power upon my life. If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear, As ending anthem of my endless dolour. PROTEUS       Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament’st. Time is the […]

PROTEUS       Those at her father’s churlish feet she tendered, With them upon her knees, her humble self, Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them As if but now they waxed pale, for woe. But neither bended knees, pure hands held up, Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire But […]

LANCE                        Sir, there is a proclamation, that you are vanished. PROTEUS       That thou art banished. O, that’s the news From hence, from Silvia, and from me, thy friend. VALENTINE    O, I have fed upon this woe already, And now excess of it will make me surfeit. Doth Silvia know that I am banished? PROTEUS […]

VALENTINE My ears are stopped, and cannot hear good news, So much of bad already hath possessed them. PROTEUS       Then in dumb silence will I bury mine, For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad. VALENTINE Is Silvia dead? PROTEUS No, Valentine. VALENTINE No Valentine indeed, for sacred Silvia. Hath she forsworn me? PROTEUS No, Valentine. […]

[Enter Proteus and Lance] PROTEUS       Run, boy, run. Run, and seek him out. LANCE                        So-ho! Soo-hooo–– PROTEUS What seest thou? LANCE Him we go to find. There’s not a hair on’s head, but ’tis a Valentine. PROTEUS Valentine? VALENTINE    No. PROTEUS Who then? His spirit? VALENTINE Neither. PROTEUS What then? VALENTINE Nothing. LANCE Can […]

VALENTINE    Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. She is my essence, and I leave to be If I be not by her fair influence Fostered, illumined, cherished, kept alive. […]

VALENTINE    And why not death, rather than living torment? To die is to be banished from myself, And Silvia is myself. Banished from her Is self from self – a deadly banishment. What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? (Unless it be to think […]

DUKE  Thank me for this more than for all the favours Which, all too much, I have bestowed on thee. But if thou linger in my territories Longer than swiftest expedition Will give thee time to leave our royal court, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love I ever bore my daughter or […]

DUKE  What’s here? ‘Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.’ ’Tis so! And here’s the ladder for the purpose! Why Phaëton, for thou art Merops’ son, Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car, And with thy daring folly burn the world? Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee? Go, base intruder, over-weening […]

DUKE  What letter is this same? What’s here? ‘To Silvia’? And here an engine fit for my proceeding! I’ll be so bold to break the seal for once. [He reads] ‘My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly, And slaves they are to me that send them flying. O, could their master come and go […]