Prayers, a string of which is called a rosary. To incur knightly perils in her service." Bead is Anglo-Saxonįor prayer, and for the small wooden balls used in numbering She would allow him to be her beadsman, now that he had ceased Lee, upon retiring from the office of Champion to Queen Elizabeth, said "his hands, instead of wielding the lance, should nowīe held up in prayer for Her Majesty's welfare and he trusted A beadsman, as the word is here used, is one who is pledged Idleness is called shapeless, as preventing the shaping of theġ8. Milton has a like play upon words in his Comus: -Ĩ. The end of the play in the Folios the form 'Protheus' is invariably used for 'Proteus,' 'Anthonio' for 'Antonio' and ' Panthion' for 'Panthino.'Ģ. New York: University Society.ĭramatis Persons, 'The names of all the actors' are given at Next: The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act 1, Scene 2įrom The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Receiving them from such a worthless post. I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,īeing destined to a drier death on shore. Letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Me in requital whereof, henceforth carry your Testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To Give her no token but stones for she's as Not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter:Īnd being so hard to me that brought your mind, Iįear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her no, Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?
Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly having nothingĪnd yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.Ĭome come, open the matter in brief: what said she? Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you. No, no you shall have it for bearing the letter. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, You mistook, sir I say, she did nod: and you ask 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to You mistake I mean the pound,-a pinfold.įrom a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'īut, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?Īy sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,Ī laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a Wages followest thy master thy master for wagesįollows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep. Shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd the Shepherd but I seek my master, and my master seeks The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another. Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep. You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then, Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,Īnd I have play'd the sheep in losing him. Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?īut now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought. War with good counsel, set the world at nought Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, I leave myself, my friends and all, for love. He leaves his friends to dignify them more, Of thy success in love, and what news elseĪs much to you at home! and so, farewell. To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Sweet Proteus, no now let us take our leave. Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.Īnd all the fair effects of future hopes.īut wherefore waste I time to counsel thee,Įxpects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.Īnd thither will I bring thee, Valentine. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans Ĭoy looks with heart-sore sighs one fading moment's mirth Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. 'Tis true for you are over boots in love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. That's on some shallow story of deep love:
Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. When thou dost meet good hap and in thy danger,Ĭommend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.īut since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein, To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, Were't not affection chains thy tender days Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Verona Please see the bottom of this page for explanatory notes and related resources. The Two Gentlemen of Verona - Act 1, Scene 1
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