The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act 2, Scene 1

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    Milan. The DUKE's palace.

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    Valentine has arrived in Milan and is already in love with Silvia, the Duke's daughter. His servant Speed mocks him for showing every sign of lovesickness — sighing, writing letters, forgetting to eat. Silvia asked Valentine to write a letter to someone on her behalf, and when Valentine delivers it she gives it back to him, telling him to keep it. Speed explains what just happened: the letter was meant for Valentine all along. Silvia was declaring her love by asking him to write it for her. Valentine seems genuinely surprised, which tells you something about him.

    Enter VALENTINE and SPEED
    SPEED
    Sir, your glove.
    VALENTINE
    Not mine; my gloves are on.
    SPEED
    Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.
    VALENTINE
    Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:
    Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!
    Ah, Silvia, Silvia!
    SPEED
    Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!
    VALENTINE
    How now, sirrah?
    SPEED
    She is not within hearing, sir.
    VALENTINE
    Why, sir, who bade you call her?
    SPEED
    Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
    VALENTINE
    Well, you'll still be too forward.
    SPEED
    And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.
    VALENTINE
    Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia?
    SPEED
    She that your worship loves?
    VALENTINE
    Why, how know you that I am in love?
    SPEED
    Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
    learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,
    like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a
    robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had
    the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had
    lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had
    buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes
    diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to
    speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were
    wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you
    walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you
    fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you
    looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you
    are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look
    on you, I can hardly think you my master.
    VALENTINE
    Are all these things perceived in me?
    SPEED
    They are all perceived without ye.
    VALENTINE
    Without me? they cannot.
    SPEED
    Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you
    were so simple, none else would: but you are so
    without these follies, that these follies are within
    you and shine through you like the water in an
    urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
    physician to comment on your malady.
    VALENTINE
    But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia?
    SPEED
    She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?
    VALENTINE
    Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean.
    SPEED
    Why, sir, I know her not.
    VALENTINE
    Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet
    knowest her not?
    SPEED
    Is she not hard-favoured, sir?
    VALENTINE
    Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured.
    SPEED
    Sir, I know that well enough.
    VALENTINE
    What dost thou know?
    SPEED
    That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured.
    VALENTINE
    I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite.
    SPEED
    That's because the one is painted and the other out
    of all count.
    VALENTINE
    How painted? and how out of count?
    SPEED
    Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no
    man counts of her beauty.
    VALENTINE
    How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty.
    SPEED
    You never saw her since she was deformed.
    VALENTINE
    How long hath she been deformed?
    SPEED
    Ever since you loved her.
    VALENTINE
    I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I
    see her beautiful.
    SPEED
    If you love her, you cannot see her.
    VALENTINE
    Why?
    SPEED
    Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;
    or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to
    have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going
    ungartered!
    VALENTINE
    What should I see then?
    SPEED
    Your own present folly and her passing deformity:
    for he, being in love, could not see to garter his
    hose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.
    VALENTINE
    Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last
    morning you could not see to wipe my shoes.
    SPEED
    True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you,
    you swinged me for my love, which makes me the
    bolder to chide you for yours.
    VALENTINE
    In conclusion, I stand affected to her.
    SPEED
    I would you were set, so your affection would cease.
    VALENTINE
    Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
    one she loves.
    SPEED
    And have you?
    VALENTINE
    I have.
    SPEED
    Are they not lamely writ?
    VALENTINE
    No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace!
    here she comes.
    SPEED
    [Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!
    Now will he interpret to her.
    Enter SILVIA
    VALENTINE
    Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows.
    SPEED
    [Aside] O, give ye good even! here's a million of manners.
    SILVIA
    Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.
    SPEED
    [Aside] He should give her interest and she gives it him.
    VALENTINE
    As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
    Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;
    Which I was much unwilling to proceed in
    But for my duty to your ladyship.
    SILVIA
    I thank you gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.
    VALENTINE
    Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
    For being ignorant to whom it goes
    I writ at random, very doubtfully.
    SILVIA
    Perchance you think too much of so much pains?
    VALENTINE
    No, madam; so it stead you, I will write
    Please you command, a thousand times as much; And yet--
    SILVIA
    A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
    And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not;
    And yet take this again; and yet I thank you,
    Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.
    SPEED
    [Aside] And yet you will; and yet another 'yet.'
    VALENTINE
    What means your ladyship? do you not like it?
    SILVIA
    Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;
    But since unwillingly, take them again.
    Nay, take them.
    VALENTINE
    Madam, they are for you.
    SILVIA
    Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request;
    But I will none of them; they are for you;
    I would have had them writ more movingly.
    VALENTINE
    Please you, I'll write your ladyship another.
    SILVIA
    And when it's writ, for my sake read it over,
    And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.
    VALENTINE
    If it please me, madam, what then?
    SILVIA
    Why, if it please you, take it for your labour:
    And so, good morrow, servant.
    Exit
    SPEED
    O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
    As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
    My master sues to her, and she hath
    taught her suitor,
    He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
    O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
    That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
    the letter?
    VALENTINE
    How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?
    SPEED
    Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.
    VALENTINE
    To do what?
    SPEED
    To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia.
    VALENTINE
    To whom?
    SPEED
    To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.
    VALENTINE
    What figure?
    SPEED
    By a letter, I should say.
    VALENTINE
    Why, she hath not writ to me?
    SPEED
    What need she, when she hath made you write to
    yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?
    VALENTINE
    No, believe me.
    SPEED
    No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive
    her earnest?
    VALENTINE
    She gave me none, except an angry word.
    SPEED
    Why, she hath given you a letter.
    VALENTINE
    That's the letter I writ to her friend.
    SPEED
    And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.
    VALENTINE
    I would it were no worse.
    SPEED
    I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
    For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,
    Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
    Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover,
    Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
    All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
    Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.
    VALENTINE
    I have dined.
    SPEED
    Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can
    feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my
    victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like
    your mistress; be moved, be moved.
    Exeunt