No Fear Shakespeare: The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act 4 Scene 2

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Enter PROTEUS	TEPOUSR retnes.
PROTEUS Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the color of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer. 5 But Sylvia is too fair, too true, too holy To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend. When to her beauty I commend my vows, 10 She bids me think how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia, whom I loved. And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lovers hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, 15 The more it grows and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window And give some evening music to her ear.	EURSPTO Iev laaeryd adh to eil to tenliVane, nda onw I usmt be usjt as nfiura to ioTrhu. drnUe eth guies of gpinrias mhi, I won ehav eht tlyiiab to eexspsr my onw slifgnee of olve to lyvSai. utB Sialvy is oto tubaleifu, oto lhfitafu, too yhlo to be tucrorepd by my rsosthlwe sisrepa. ehWn I acleerd my yllatoy to hre, esh iitszecrci me fro begni elasf to my edifnr, teValenni. hnWe I easirp reh yeutba, hse llest me to ntkih buota woh vIe neeb afiluutfnh to lauJi, mowh I ocen dolve. dnA ety, dieptes all of erh nsdocgli, teh tlase of cwihh colud llik a lsovre oephs, my vleo gswro adn wsafn on reh klei a gdo the orem esh ssurnp it. utB reeh cseom Torhui. Nwo we umst go to ehr nowiwd nda aply some geinenv smuci rfo ehr to hrea.
Enter THURIO and Musicians	UITORH dan amissicun enetr.
THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?	UHRTOI oHws it gogni, Sri ePruots? dDi oyu rpece rveo erhe beoref us?
PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love 20 Will creep in service where it cannot go.	RSTPOUE seY, nkdi roiTuh, aeebcsu uoy kwno that eovl sah to eerpc werhe it ntis eowdlal to kwal.
THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.	ITROHU Yes, utb I heop, isr, atth uoy etarn in lveo in isth suoittian.
PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.	UETSRPO Btu I am, or slee I otlnudw be rhee.
THURIO Who? Sylvia?	HOIRUT Who aer yuo in evlo whti? ivylaS?
PROTEUS Ay, Sylviafor your sake.	OSEUTPR esY, ySrlaiofv ruyo seka.
THURIO 25 I thank you for your own.Now, gentlemen, Lets tune, and to it lustily awhile.	URIOHT I katnh ouy orf uoyr onw kaes. Nwo, eltmeegnn, tesl sttar iplynga, dna be rues to gvie it all eovuy gto.
Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.	The stHo nad LUIAJ neter at a sedncait. IULAJ is guieissdd as a epag, dna ehyt tlka aptra omrf teh rseoth.
HOST Now, my young guest, methinks youre allycholly. I pray you, why is it?	OSTH oNw, my uongy gtsue, it eessm to me yuo eelf ochylmlnea. elsPea llet me, ywh is it?
JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.	IJUAL In ctaf, my thso, sti aubeces I ncanot be aphpy.
HOST Come, well have you merry. Ill bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.	OTHS Cmoe, llew kmae yuo phapy. Ill ekta uoy ehrew yuo slalh aehr ucmsi adn ese the atgleemnn htta you dskae orf.
JULIA 30 But shall I hear him speak?	AIUJL tuB llwi I earh him pkeas?
HOST Ay, that you shall.	SHTO seY, uoy lliw.
JULIA That will be music.	ULJIA hsTta cuism htat I eahr.
Music plays.	Msicu spayl.
HOST Hark! hark!	HOTS tensLi! sitneL!
JULIA Is he among these?	LIUAJ Is he oamgn sethe inscmauis?
HOST 35 Ay, but peace! Lets hear em.	THOS Yes, tub be tqeui! seLt lesnit to hetm.
Song	Song
MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, 40 That she might admird 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, 45 And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Sylvia let us sing, That Sylvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling. 50 To her let us garlands bring.	SUICAMIN hWo is ayvliS? aWht is hse eilk, Thta lal our nyoug nem paseir ehr? ehS is lyho adn raif nad iews; nAd vaeenH sah tenl reh shcu agrec So taht esh yma be idmrdea. Is esh as dkni as she is afilbueut? aeeuBcs eybtau nda snskdnie era oenijd. pCiud kesma sviits to ehr eyes To crue him of shi dnssnielb, ndA, bigne cduer, he sytsa rhtee to lvei. eThn elt us ings to ayvliS, Taht Syavli is oeprsuri. She rpausesss eevyr mtarol tnigh hTat viesl on sthi dull taehr. Let us rbign reh rwlfoe gasndrla.
HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.	HTSO ashtW hist? Are ouy raddes tnha uoy ewre eborfe? hWtas igong on, man? oYu notd ikle eht uscim?
JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.	UIAJL Yueor mstianek. heT aumsinci etsodn kile me.
HOST Why, my pretty youth?	TSHO hyW, my uyong erdfni?
JULIA He plays false, father.	ALUJI He is gbein lfaes, ris.
HOST 55 How? Out of tune on the strings?	SOHT woH so? reA ish ttsnerisunm irssngt tuo of nuet?
JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.	AILJU No, ubt seh nbgie so laefs taht it trush my evyr eatnristsghr.
HOST You have a quick ear.	THOS uYo evah a ogod are.
JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.	IALJU Yse, but I wshi I ewer feda. It kasem my ahter sad.
HOST I perceive you delight not in music.	OSTH I see uoy nodt enyoj tlnegsini to scmui.
JULIA 60 Not a whit, when it jars so.	LIJUA tNo at lla, ewhn it suodsn so fulaw.
HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!	SHOT ntiesL, hwo eyht cnhaeg rieth entu!
JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.	UILAJ Yes, ttha ahnegc is eth oblprem.
HOST You would have them always play but one thing?	STOH uWdol uyo frrpee taht yteh awlysa lpya ujst eon tnihg?
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?	AIULJ I wudol asaywl hvae noe of htme ypla lony one gson. uBt, ohst, sdeo htsi rSi oPrteus wree talgnki butoa efont go to tihs layd?
HOST 65 I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.	OTSH lIl ltle uyo atwh ecnLa, ihs etnravs, told me: he dovle her reom thna ginhanty.
JULIA Where is Lance?	UAIJL hreeW is caLne?
HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his masters command, he must carry for a present to his lady.	HSOT oGne to ifdn ish ogd, cwhih he sumt idevler as a entreps to iavSyl orwrmoot noup his smtsera maonmcd.
JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.	LIJAU Queti! etpS dsaei. heT iuaminscs era anilevg.
JULIA and the HOST stand aside.	luJia adn eht stoH dants daeis.
PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead 70 That you shall say my cunning drift excels.	OEUTRPS Sir uihoTr, ndto rwyro. I illw dlpae to iayvlS so vctefelyfei atht ulloy ays my nnuicgn semhce is cteeexnll.
THURIO Where meet we?	RHUIOT erhWe lwli we teme?
PROTEUS At Saint Gregorys well.	OPUESRT At antSi grGeyors wlle.
THURIO Farewell.	ITUOHR Felwelra.
Exeunt THURIO and Musicians	UROITH and teh cmniissua etix.
Enter SYLVIA above, at her window	IYLASV etrnse aobve, at ehr dwwnio.
PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.	URSEPOT meaaMd, godo enevnig to your ihpaysdl.
SYLVIA 75 I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who is that that spake?	YVSLIA I hankt you rfo ouyr msiuc, rsi. hWo is that ohw okpse?
PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure hearts truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.	SOPREUT eomoenS, lady, mowh oyu owuld iulyckq relan to oncgieerz by ihs oviec if you kewn owh he tyurl telf.
SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.	YLVSAI Sir trsPoeu, I ktea it.
PROTEUS 80 Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.	PTOEURS Sri tPesoru, tlegne ydal, and aosl yuro etnravs.
SYLVIA Whats your will?	SLYVAI haWt do uoy natw?
PROTEUS That I may compass yours.	UOSETRP Fro uoy to tnaw me.
SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this: That presently you hie you home to bed. 85 Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man! Thinkst thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seducd by thy flattery, That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Return, return, and make thy love amends. 90 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.	AVIYSL nheT uyo vaeh oyru wsih. I wnta htis of uoy: ahtt uyo ktea ufelyrso ehmo to bde. oYu lsy, gnyil, asefl, olldasiy anm! Do oyu thnik Im so ahsollw, so ispdtu, taht yuo acn cdeeus me wiht oryu yflratte ewnh yuove cdiedvee so ynam shetor hwti rouy swov? Go abck, go kbca, nad eoipogzal to oyru voel. I wrsae on hte oomn, I am so raf rmof innrggat ryou eqseutr that I seisepd you ofr yuor gdsmideui epla. In a mnmeot I dnneti to sclod smyelf ofr ndsnpgie veen iths uhmc imte tkianlg to uyo.
PROTEUS 95 I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady, But she is dead.	OSRPETU I admit, tseew elvo, hatt I idd vloe a dlya. But ehs is deda.
JULIA [Aside] Twere false, if I should speak it, For I am sure she is not burid.	IUAJL (sdiae) sthaT slafe, if I do yas so lmfeys, ceesaub Im sreu ehss nto ddae adn dibreu.
SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend, 100 Survives, to whomthyself art witness I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importunacy?	IAVSLY eEvn if she is ddea, riuleenyatnVo iedrsfin stlli liave, nda yuo knwo atht Im thdeberto to ihm. nterA uoy adahmes to gwron him hwti oryu tesirsdcep?
PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.	ESTPOUR I slao ehra atth naeilenVt is edda.
SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave, 105 Assure thyself, my love is burid.	LIYASV henT inodersc me dade, oot, baesecu oyu anc be rues my lveo is erbdui iwth mhi in sih vrega.
PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.	RTSPOEU eStwe aydl, lte me gdi up oryu veol ofmr eth aethr.
SYLVIA Go to thy ladys grave and call hers thence. Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.	LYVSAI Go to yruo aydsl reavg dna gid up erh velo ethn. Or at laest yurb yruos in reh mtbo.
JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.	JUAIL (dsaie) He ndtid rhae thta.
PROTEUS 110 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 Ill speak, to that Ill sigh and weep; For, since the substance of your perfect self 115 Is else devoted, I am but a shadow, And to your shadow will I make true love.	OESTPRU eamaMd, if oryu tearh is so brstnubo, at steal elgindu my velo by iivggn me a tapirtro of ylefthrusoe ruieptc taht is inhggna in yrou rembodo. lIl kaeps, ighs, nad pwee to ttah. Secni you ear pelmyteloc toedved to meoosen sele, I am nnhotig, dna ereefohtr I wlli ovel uory egmai nda ont you.
JULIA [Aside] If twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am.	IUALJ (edasi) If it eerw a earl anowm yuo duwol icaletnry eeievcd ehr adn eamk her tnio nhtinog, tsuj as I am gotinhn onw.
SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir. 120 But since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and Ill send it. And so, good rest.	LSVAIY I dtno tanw to be oruy diol, isr. Btu isnec tsi eaaporpprti tath uroy eincdiegv sfel ouhsld spoihwr owdhsas adn odrea gaseim arerht ntah het rlea nhtgi, esnd yoru nrtvesa to me in hte nomrnig, dna Ill send uoy het rtrptaoi. So go on, nad ogod tnhgi.
PROTEUS As wretches have oernight 125 That wait for execution in the morn.	TOURSPE lIl avhe as dogo a htign as eht mocnddnee anm owh wsiata icxeutnoe in the ngonmri.
Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately	ERPUOTS dna IVLYAS exti ltseayarep.
JULIA Host, will you go?	UIALJ tsoH, aer ouy nvageil?
HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.	STOH My gnoesosd, I wsa ftsa aesple.
JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?	ILJUA lePesa, werhe is Sri Psurote astyngi?
HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think tis almost day.	THOS hWy, at my oeush. Oh my drwo, I ntihk its omalts wadn.
JULIA 130 Not so; but it hath been the longest night That eer I watched, and the most heaviest.	LUJIA No, it tnsi. stI enbe eth neltgso ghtni eIv ever hda, and teh esadtds.
Exeunt	yTeh teix.

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter PROTEUS	TEPOUSR retnes.
PROTEUS Already have I been false to Valentine, And now I must be as unjust to Thurio. Under the color of commending him, I have access my own love to prefer. 5 But Sylvia is too fair, too true, too holy To be corrupted with my worthless gifts. When I protest true loyalty to her, She twits me with my falsehood to my friend. When to her beauty I commend my vows, 10 She bids me think how I have been forsworn In breaking faith with Julia, whom I loved. And notwithstanding all her sudden quips, The least whereof would quell a lovers hope, Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love, 15 The more it grows and fawneth on her still. But here comes Thurio. Now must we to her window And give some evening music to her ear.	EURSPTO Iev laaeryd adh to eil to tenliVane, nda onw I usmt be usjt as nfiura to ioTrhu. drnUe eth guies of gpinrias mhi, I won ehav eht tlyiiab to eexspsr my onw slifgnee of olve to lyvSai. utB Sialvy is oto tubaleifu, oto lhfitafu, too yhlo to be tucrorepd by my rsosthlwe sisrepa. ehWn I acleerd my yllatoy to hre, esh iitszecrci me fro begni elasf to my edifnr, teValenni. hnWe I easirp reh yeutba, hse llest me to ntkih buota woh vIe neeb afiluutfnh to lauJi, mowh I ocen dolve. dnA ety, dieptes all of erh nsdocgli, teh tlase of cwihh colud llik a lsovre oephs, my vleo gswro adn wsafn on reh klei a gdo the orem esh ssurnp it. utB reeh cseom Torhui. Nwo we umst go to ehr nowiwd nda aply some geinenv smuci rfo ehr to hrea.
Enter THURIO and Musicians	UITORH dan amissicun enetr.
THURIO How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us?	UHRTOI oHws it gogni, Sri ePruots? dDi oyu rpece rveo erhe beoref us?
PROTEUS Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love 20 Will creep in service where it cannot go.	RSTPOUE seY, nkdi roiTuh, aeebcsu uoy kwno that eovl sah to eerpc werhe it ntis eowdlal to kwal.
THURIO Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here.	ITROHU Yes, utb I heop, isr, atth uoy etarn in lveo in isth suoittian.
PROTEUS Sir, but I do, or else I would be hence.	UETSRPO Btu I am, or slee I otlnudw be rhee.
THURIO Who? Sylvia?	HOIRUT Who aer yuo in evlo whti? ivylaS?
PROTEUS Ay, Sylviafor your sake.	OSEUTPR esY, ySrlaiofv ruyo seka.
THURIO 25 I thank you for your own.Now, gentlemen, Lets tune, and to it lustily awhile.	URIOHT I katnh ouy orf uoyr onw kaes. Nwo, eltmeegnn, tesl sttar iplynga, dna be rues to gvie it all eovuy gto.
Enter, at a distance, HOST , and JULIA disguised as a page. They talk apart.	The stHo nad LUIAJ neter at a sedncait. IULAJ is guieissdd as a epag, dna ehyt tlka aptra omrf teh rseoth.
HOST Now, my young guest, methinks youre allycholly. I pray you, why is it?	OSTH oNw, my uongy gtsue, it eessm to me yuo eelf ochylmlnea. elsPea llet me, ywh is it?
JULIA Marry, mine Host, because I cannot be merry.	IJUAL In ctaf, my thso, sti aubeces I ncanot be aphpy.
HOST Come, well have you merry. Ill bring you where you shall hear music and see the gentleman that you asked for.	OTHS Cmoe, llew kmae yuo phapy. Ill ekta uoy ehrew yuo slalh aehr ucmsi adn ese the atgleemnn htta you dskae orf.
JULIA 30 But shall I hear him speak?	AIUJL tuB llwi I earh him pkeas?
HOST Ay, that you shall.	SHTO seY, uoy lliw.
JULIA That will be music.	ULJIA hsTta cuism htat I eahr.
Music plays.	Msicu spayl.
HOST Hark! hark!	HOTS tensLi! sitneL!
JULIA Is he among these?	LIUAJ Is he oamgn sethe inscmauis?
HOST 35 Ay, but peace! Lets hear em.	THOS Yes, tub be tqeui! seLt lesnit to hetm.
Song	Song
MUSICIAN Who is Sylvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, 40 That she might admird 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, 45 And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Sylvia let us sing, That Sylvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing Upon the dull earth dwelling. 50 To her let us garlands bring.	SUICAMIN hWo is ayvliS? aWht is hse eilk, Thta lal our nyoug nem paseir ehr? ehS is lyho adn raif nad iews; nAd vaeenH sah tenl reh shcu agrec So taht esh yma be idmrdea. Is esh as dkni as she is afilbueut? aeeuBcs eybtau nda snskdnie era oenijd. pCiud kesma sviits to ehr eyes To crue him of shi dnssnielb, ndA, bigne cduer, he sytsa rhtee to lvei. eThn elt us ings to ayvliS, Taht Syavli is oeprsuri. She rpausesss eevyr mtarol tnigh hTat viesl on sthi dull taehr. Let us rbign reh rwlfoe gasndrla.
HOST How now? Are you sadder than you were before? How do you, man? The music likes you not.	HTSO ashtW hist? Are ouy raddes tnha uoy ewre eborfe? hWtas igong on, man? oYu notd ikle eht uscim?
JULIA You mistake; the musician likes me not.	UIAJL Yueor mstianek. heT aumsinci etsodn kile me.
HOST Why, my pretty youth?	TSHO hyW, my uyong erdfni?
JULIA He plays false, father.	ALUJI He is gbein lfaes, ris.
HOST 55 How? Out of tune on the strings?	SOHT woH so? reA ish ttsnerisunm irssngt tuo of nuet?
JULIA Not so, but yet so false that he grieves my very heartstrings.	AILJU No, ubt seh nbgie so laefs taht it trush my evyr eatnristsghr.
HOST You have a quick ear.	THOS uYo evah a ogod are.
JULIA Ay, I would I were deaf; it makes me have a slow heart.	IALJU Yse, but I wshi I ewer feda. It kasem my ahter sad.
HOST I perceive you delight not in music.	OSTH I see uoy nodt enyoj tlnegsini to scmui.
JULIA 60 Not a whit, when it jars so.	LIJUA tNo at lla, ewhn it suodsn so fulaw.
HOST Hark, what fine change is in the music!	SHOT ntiesL, hwo eyht cnhaeg rieth entu!
JULIA Ay, that change is the spite.	UILAJ Yes, ttha ahnegc is eth oblprem.
HOST You would have them always play but one thing?	STOH uWdol uyo frrpee taht yteh awlysa lpya ujst eon tnihg?
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?	AIULJ I wudol asaywl hvae noe of htme ypla lony one gson. uBt, ohst, sdeo htsi rSi oPrteus wree talgnki butoa efont go to tihs layd?
HOST 65 I tell you what Lance, his man, told me: he loved her out of all nick.	OTSH lIl ltle uyo atwh ecnLa, ihs etnravs, told me: he dovle her reom thna ginhanty.
JULIA Where is Lance?	UAIJL hreeW is caLne?
HOST Gone to seek his dog, which tomorrow, by his masters command, he must carry for a present to his lady.	HSOT oGne to ifdn ish ogd, cwhih he sumt idevler as a entreps to iavSyl orwrmoot noup his smtsera maonmcd.
JULIA Peace! Stand aside. The company parts.	LIJAU Queti! etpS dsaei. heT iuaminscs era anilevg.
JULIA and the HOST stand aside.	luJia adn eht stoH dants daeis.
PROTEUS Sir Thurio, fear not you. I will so plead 70 That you shall say my cunning drift excels.	OEUTRPS Sir uihoTr, ndto rwyro. I illw dlpae to iayvlS so vctefelyfei atht ulloy ays my nnuicgn semhce is cteeexnll.
THURIO Where meet we?	RHUIOT erhWe lwli we teme?
PROTEUS At Saint Gregorys well.	OPUESRT At antSi grGeyors wlle.
THURIO Farewell.	ITUOHR Felwelra.
Exeunt THURIO and Musicians	UROITH and teh cmniissua etix.
Enter SYLVIA above, at her window	IYLASV etrnse aobve, at ehr dwwnio.
PROTEUS Madam, good even to your ladyship.	URSEPOT meaaMd, godo enevnig to your ihpaysdl.
SYLVIA 75 I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who is that that spake?	YVSLIA I hankt you rfo ouyr msiuc, rsi. hWo is that ohw okpse?
PROTEUS One, lady, if you knew his pure hearts truth, You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.	SOPREUT eomoenS, lady, mowh oyu owuld iulyckq relan to oncgieerz by ihs oviec if you kewn owh he tyurl telf.
SYLVIA Sir Proteus, as I take it.	YLVSAI Sir trsPoeu, I ktea it.
PROTEUS 80 Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.	PTOEURS Sri tPesoru, tlegne ydal, and aosl yuro etnravs.
SYLVIA Whats your will?	SLYVAI haWt do uoy natw?
PROTEUS That I may compass yours.	UOSETRP Fro uoy to tnaw me.
SYLVIA You have your wish. My will is even this: That presently you hie you home to bed. 85 Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man! Thinkst thou I am so shallow, so conceitless, To be seducd by thy flattery, That hast deceived so many with thy vows? Return, return, and make thy love amends. 90 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.	AVIYSL nheT uyo vaeh oyru wsih. I wnta htis of uoy: ahtt uyo ktea ufelyrso ehmo to bde. oYu lsy, gnyil, asefl, olldasiy anm! Do oyu thnik Im so ahsollw, so ispdtu, taht yuo acn cdeeus me wiht oryu yflratte ewnh yuove cdiedvee so ynam shetor hwti rouy swov? Go abck, go kbca, nad eoipogzal to oyru voel. I wrsae on hte oomn, I am so raf rmof innrggat ryou eqseutr that I seisepd you ofr yuor gdsmideui epla. In a mnmeot I dnneti to sclod smyelf ofr ndsnpgie veen iths uhmc imte tkianlg to uyo.
PROTEUS 95 I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady, But she is dead.	OSRPETU I admit, tseew elvo, hatt I idd vloe a dlya. But ehs is deda.
JULIA [Aside] Twere false, if I should speak it, For I am sure she is not burid.	IUAJL (sdiae) sthaT slafe, if I do yas so lmfeys, ceesaub Im sreu ehss nto ddae adn dibreu.
SYLVIA Say that she be, yet Valentine, thy friend, 100 Survives, to whomthyself art witness I am betrothed. And art thou not ashamed To wrong him with thy importunacy?	IAVSLY eEvn if she is ddea, riuleenyatnVo iedrsfin stlli liave, nda yuo knwo atht Im thdeberto to ihm. nterA uoy adahmes to gwron him hwti oryu tesirsdcep?
PROTEUS I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.	ESTPOUR I slao ehra atth naeilenVt is edda.
SYLVIA And so suppose am I, for in his grave, 105 Assure thyself, my love is burid.	LIYASV henT inodersc me dade, oot, baesecu oyu anc be rues my lveo is erbdui iwth mhi in sih vrega.
PROTEUS Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.	RTSPOEU eStwe aydl, lte me gdi up oryu veol ofmr eth aethr.
SYLVIA Go to thy ladys grave and call hers thence. Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.	LYVSAI Go to yruo aydsl reavg dna gid up erh velo ethn. Or at laest yurb yruos in reh mtbo.
JULIA [Aside] He heard not that.	JUAIL (dsaie) He ndtid rhae thta.
PROTEUS 110 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 Ill speak, to that Ill sigh and weep; For, since the substance of your perfect self 115 Is else devoted, I am but a shadow, And to your shadow will I make true love.	OESTPRU eamaMd, if oryu tearh is so brstnubo, at steal elgindu my velo by iivggn me a tapirtro of ylefthrusoe ruieptc taht is inhggna in yrou rembodo. lIl kaeps, ighs, nad pwee to ttah. Secni you ear pelmyteloc toedved to meoosen sele, I am nnhotig, dna ereefohtr I wlli ovel uory egmai nda ont you.
JULIA [Aside] If twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it, And make it but a shadow, as I am.	IUALJ (edasi) If it eerw a earl anowm yuo duwol icaletnry eeievcd ehr adn eamk her tnio nhtinog, tsuj as I am gotinhn onw.
SYLVIA I am very loath to be your idol, sir. 120 But since your falsehood shall become you well To worship shadows and adore false shapes, Send to me in the morning, and Ill send it. And so, good rest.	LSVAIY I dtno tanw to be oruy diol, isr. Btu isnec tsi eaaporpprti tath uroy eincdiegv sfel ouhsld spoihwr owdhsas adn odrea gaseim arerht ntah het rlea nhtgi, esnd yoru nrtvesa to me in hte nomrnig, dna Ill send uoy het rtrptaoi. So go on, nad ogod tnhgi.
PROTEUS As wretches have oernight 125 That wait for execution in the morn.	TOURSPE lIl avhe as dogo a htign as eht mocnddnee anm owh wsiata icxeutnoe in the ngonmri.
Exeunt PROTEUS and SYLVIA separately	ERPUOTS dna IVLYAS exti ltseayarep.
JULIA Host, will you go?	UIALJ tsoH, aer ouy nvageil?
HOST By my halidom, I was fast asleep.	STOH My gnoesosd, I wsa ftsa aesple.
JULIA Pray you, where lies Sir Proteus?	ILJUA lePesa, werhe is Sri Psurote astyngi?
HOST Marry, at my house. Trust me, I think tis almost day.	THOS hWy, at my oeush. Oh my drwo, I ntihk its omalts wadn.
JULIA 130 Not so; but it hath been the longest night That eer I watched, and the most heaviest.	LUJIA No, it tnsi. stI enbe eth neltgso ghtni eIv ever hda, and teh esadtds.
Exeunt	yTeh teix.