Two Gentlemen of Verona is a Shakespearean comedy about love, friendship, betrayal and human folly. Valentine travels to Verona and falls in love with the Duke's daughter, Silvia, but the Duke locks her up and banishes Valentine. Valentine's friend Proteus leaves his love Julia and attempts to woo Silvia but Julia arrives in disguise and discovers Proteus' infidelity. After Silvia escapes her father, she is confronted by Proteus and then by Valentine. Julia reveals herself, Valentine scolds Proteus, Proteus and Julia get back together, and Valentine and Silia are united.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona is an early comedy by William Shakespeare. Its date of composition is unknown, but it is believed to have been written in the early 1590s.
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod!
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Look, here is writ— kind Julia. — Unkind Julia!As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ— love-wounded Proteus. Poor wounded name! My bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly healed;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice or thrice was Proteus written down.Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,—
Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,To the sweet Julia. That I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names.
Thus will I fold them one upon another,
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Julia: The more thou dam'st it up, the more it burns.The current that with gentle murmur glides,
Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage;
But, when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Then let me go, and hinder not my course.
I'll be as patient as a gentle stream
And make a pastime of each weary step,
Till the last step have brought me to my love;
And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
And Silvia is myself: banish'd 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 that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
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
Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life.
Three things that women highly hold in hate.
Holy, fair, and wise is she,
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admiréd 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:
And, being helped, inhabits there.
Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
To her let us garlands bring.