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| Character | Valentine?Proteus??? | |
|---|---|---|
| Scene type / Who are | Friends | |
| Type | Comic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Comedy | |
| Description | Valentine says goodbye to his friend Proteus and the two discuss about love | |
| Location | ACT I, Scene 1 | |
Summary
The play is about two childhood friends from Verona, Valentine and Proteus. In the beginning of the story Valentine leaves Verona for the Duke's court in Milan. Proteus tells his friend that he can't leave Verona because he is in love with Julia and is courting her. He sent her a love letter and is waiting for an answer. Valentine arrives in Milan and instantly falls in love with the Duke's daughter, Silvia. Soon later Proteus' father decides to send his son to Milan as well. Proteus also falls in love with Silvia and the story follows Proteus' schemes to win Silvia's love.
This is the first scene of the play. Valentine is leaving for Milan and tries to convince Proteus to join him in his travels. Proteus can't because he is in love with Julia. They start a discussion about love and Valentine mocks Proteus for being in love.
This is the first scene of the play. Valentine is leaving for Milan and tries to convince Proteus to join him in his travels. Proteus can't because he is in love with Julia. They start a discussion about love and Valentine mocks Proteus for being in love.
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| [SCENE I. Verona. An open place.] [Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS] VALENTINE Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein, Even as I would when I to love begin. PROTEUS Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger, If ever danger do environ thee, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine. VALENTINE And on a love-book pray for my success? PROTEUS Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. VALENTINE That's on some shallow story of deep love: How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont. PROTEUS That's a deep story of a deeper love: For he was more than over shoes in love. VALENTINE 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swum the Hellespont. PROTEUS Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. VALENTINE No, I will not, for it boots thee not. PROTEUS What? VALENTINE To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights: If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain; If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquished. PROTEUS So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. VALENTINE So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. PROTEUS 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love. VALENTINE Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yoked by a fool, Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise. PROTEUS Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. VALENTINE And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu! my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd. PROTEUS And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. VALENTINE Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. To Milan let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; And likewise will visit thee with mine. PROTEUS All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! VALENTINE As much to you at home! and so, farewell. [Exit] |
