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♪ Let not my love
be called idolatry ♪

♪ Since all alike my songs
and praises be ♪

♪ Kind is my love today

♪ Tomorrow kind, still constant
in a wondrous excellence ♪

♪ Therefore my verse
to constancy confined ♪

♪ One thing expressing
leaves out difference ♪

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ Being your slave,
what should I do ♪

♪ but tend upon the hours
and times of your desire? ♪

♪ I have no precious time
at all to spend ♪

♪ nor services to do
'til you require ♪

♪ Nor dare I chide the world
without end hour ♪

♪ Whilst I, my sovereign,
watch the clock for you ♪

♪ Nor think the bitterness
of absence sour ♪

♪ when you have bid
your servant once adieu ♪

♪ Nor dare I question
with my jealous thought ♪

♪ where you may be
or your affairs suppose ♪

♪ But like a sad slave,
stay and think of nought ♪

♪ Save, where you are
how happy you make those ♪

♪ So true a fool is love, yeah

♪ So true a fool is love, yeah

♪ So true a fool is love, yeah

♪ So true a fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love

♪ A fool is love ♪

Cease to persuade,
my loving Proteus.

Home-keeping youth
have ever homely wits.

I rather would entreat
thy company

to see the wonders
of the world abroad.

But since thou lovest,
love still and thrive therein,

even as I would
when I to love begin.

Wilt thou be gone?

Sweet Valentine, adieu!

Think on thy Proteus,
when thou haply seest

some rare noteworthy object
in thy travel.

Wish me partaker
in thy happiness.

And on a love book
pray for my success?

Upon some book
I love I'll pray for thee.

Love is your master,
for he masters you.

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 shipped.

And thither
will I bring thee, 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 I likewise will
visit thee with mine.

All happiness
bechance to thee in Milan!

As much
to you at home!

And so, farewell.

He after honor hunts;
I after love.

He leaves his friends
to dignify them more;

I leave myself, my friends,
and all for love.

Thou, Julia, thou hast
metamorphosed me.

Made me neglect my studies,
lose my time,

war with good counsel,
set the world at nought.

Made wit with musing weak,
heart sick with thought.

But say, Lucetta,
now we are alone,

what thinkest thou
of the gentle Proteus?

Lord, Lord, to see
what folly reigns in us.

How now!

What means this passion
at his name?

Oh pardon,
dear madam.

'Tis a passing shame that I,
unworthy body that I am,

should censure thus
on lovely gentlemen.

Why not on Proteus,
as on all the rest?

Then thus, of many good
I think him best.

Your reason?

I have no other
but a woman's reason.

I think him so
because I think him so.

Why he, of all the rest,
hath never moved me.

Yet he,
of all the rest, I think,

best loves ye.

I would
I knew his mind.

Peruse this paper,
madam.

"To Julia."

Say, from whom?

That the contents
will show.

There, take the paper.

See it be returned or else
return no more into my sight.

To plead for love
deserves more fee than hate.

Will ye be gone?

That ye
may ruminate.

And yet I would I
had o'erlooked the letter.

It were a shame to call her back
again and pray her to a fault

for which I chid her.

Fie, fie, how wayward
is this foolish love that,

like a testy babe, will scratch
the nurse and presently

all humbled kiss the rod.

What ho, Lucetta!

What
would your ladyship?

What is that you
took up so gingerly?

Nothing.

And is
that paper nothing?

Nothing
concerning me.

Then let it lie
for those that it concerns.

Let's see your song.

And yet I think
I do not like this tune.

You do not?

No, madam,
'tis too sharp.

This babble shall
not henceforth trouble me.

Here is a coil
with protestation.

Go, get you gone,
and let the papers lie.

You would be fingering them
to anger me.

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.

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.

O that our fathers
would applaud our loves,

to seal our happiness
with their consents.

O heavenly Julia!

Madam, dinner is ready,
and your father stays.

Sweet love,
sweet lines, sweet life.

O heavenly Julia.

How now!

What letter are
you reading there?

May it please
your lordship,

'tis a word or two
of commendations

sent from Valentine,
delivered by a friend

that came from him.

Lend me the letter,
let me see what news.

There is no news,
my lord,

but that he writes
wishing me with him,

partner of his fortune.

And how stand you
affected to his wish?

As one relying
on your lordship's will

and not depending
on his friendly wish.

My will is something
sorted to his wish.

I am resolved that thou
shalt spend some time

with Valentinus in
the emperor's court.

Tomorrow make your
readiness to go.

Excuse it not,
for I am peremptory.

My lord, I cannot be
so soon provided.

Please you, deliberate
a day or two.

Look,
what thou wantest

shall be sent after thee.

No more of stay!

Tomorrow thou must go.

Silvia.

Silvia.

Madam Silvia!
Madam Silvia!

She is not within hearing, sir.

Tell me,
do you know Madam Silvia?

She that
your worship loves?

Why, how know you
that I am in love?

Marry, by
these special marks.

First, you have learned
to relish a love-song

like a robin redbreast,
to walk alone

like one that had
the pestilence,

to sigh like a schoolboy
that had lost his ABC,

to weep like the young wench
that had buried her grandam.

You are metamorphosed
with a mistress.

Last night
she enjoined me

to write some lines
to one that she loves.

And have you?

I have.

Are they
not lamely writ?

No, but as well
as I can do them.

Peace, here she comes.

Madam
and mistress,

a thousand good morrows.

Sir Valentine
and servant,

to you two thousand.

As you enjoined,
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.

I thank you
gentle servant.

'Tis very clerkly done.

Now believe me,
madam, it came hardly off.

For being ignorant
to whom it goes,

I writ at random,
very doubtfully.

Perchance you think
too much of so much pains?

What means
your ladyship?

Do you not like it?

Oh, yes, yes.

The lines are
very quaintly writ,

but since unwillingly,
take them again.

Nay, take them.

Madam,
they are for you.

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.

Please you,

I'll write your
ladyship another.

And when it's writ,
for my sake read it over.

And if it please you so.

If not, why so?

If it please me,
madam, what then?

Why, then if
it please you,

take it for your labor.

And so, good morrow, servant.

Do you not
perceive the jest?

No, believe me.

No believing you,
indeed, sir.

But did you perceive
her earnest?

She gave me none,
except an angry word.

Why, she hath
given you a letter.

That's the letter
I writ to her friend.

And that letter
hath she delivered,

and there an end.

Oh.

Have patience,
gentle Julia.

I must,
where is no remedy.

When possibly I can,
I will return.

If you turn not,
you will return the sooner.

Keep this remembrance
for thy Julia's sake.

Why then,
we'll make exchange.

And seal the bargain
with a holy kiss.

My father stays
my coming, answer not.

The tide is now.

Nay, not thy tide of tears.

That tide will stay me
longer than I should.

Julia, farewell!

I think Crab,
my dog,

be the sourest natured dog
that lives.

My mother weeping,
my father wailing,

my sister crying,
our maid howling,

our cat wringing her hands,
and all the while

did not this cruel-hearted cur
shed one tear.

He is a stone,
a very pebble stone,

and has no more pity
in him than a dog.

Why, my grandam,
having no eyes, look you,

wept herself blind
at my parting.

Nay, I'll show you
the manner of it.

This shoe is my father.

No, this left shoe is my father.

No, no, this left shoe
is my mother.

Nay, that cannot be so neither.

Yes, it is so.

It is so, it hath
the worser sole.

This shoe, with the hole
in it is my mother,

and this my father.

A vengeance on it,
there it is.

Now, I am the dog.

No, the dog is himself,
and I am the dog.

Oh, the dog is me,
and I am myself.

Ay, so, so.

Now I come to my father.

Father, your blessing.

Now should not the shoe
speak a word for weeping.

Now should I kiss my father.

Well, he weeps on.

Now come I to my mother.

Well, I kiss her.

Why, there it is.

Oh, here's my mother's breath
up and down.

Now the dog all this while sheds
not a tear nor speaks a word.

But see how I lay the ground
with my tears.

Servant!

Mistress?

Sir Thurio
frowns on you.

Ay,
it is for love.

Not of you.

Of my mistress,
then.

'Twere good
you knocked him.

Servant, you are sad.

Indeed, madam,
I seem so.

Seem you
that you are not?

Haply I do.

So do counterfeits.

So do you.

What seem I
that I am not?

Wise.

What instance
of the contrary?

Your folly.

How?

A fine volley
of words, gentlemen,

and quickly shot off.

'Tis indeed, madam.

We thank the giver.

Who is that, servant?

Why,
yourself, sweet lady,

for you gave the fire.

Sir Thurio borrows his wit
from your ladyship's looks

and spends what he borrows
kindly in your company.

Sir, if you spend
word for word with me,

I'll make your wit bankrupt.

I know it well, sir.

You have an exchequer of words,
and I think no other treasure

to give your followers.

No more, gentlemen,
no more.

Here comes my father.

Now, daughter Silvia,
you are hard beset.

Sir Valentine,
your father is in good health.

What say you to a letter from
your friends of much good news?

My lord,
I would be thankful

to any happy messenger
from thence.

Know ye Don Antonio,
your countryman?

Hath he not a son?

Ay, my good lord,
a son that well deserves

the honor and regard
of such a father.

You know him well?

I knew him as myself,
for from our infancy

we conversed and spent
our hours together.

Yet hath Sir Proteus,
for that's his name,

made use and fair advantage
of his days.

He is complete in feature
and in mind,

with all good grace
to grace a gentleman.

Well, sir, this gentleman
has come to me

with commendation
from great potentates,

and here he means
to spend his time awhile.

I think that is no
unwelcome news to you.

Should I have
wished a thing, it had been he.

I will send him
hither to you presently.

This is the gentleman

I told your ladyship
had come along with me,

but that his mistress
did hold his eyes

locked in her crystal looks.

How could he see
his way to seek out you?

Why, lady,
love hath twenty pair of eyes.

Welcome, dear Proteus!

Madam, I beseech you,
confirm his welcome

with some special favor.

Servant, you are
welcome to a worthless mistress.

I'll die on him
that says so but yourself.

That you are welcome?

That
you are worthless.

Madam, my lord your
father would speak with you.

I wait
upon his pleasure.

Go with me, Sir Thurio.

We'll both attend
upon your ladyship.

Now, tell me,
how do all from whence you came?

Your friends are well
and have them much commended.

And how do yours?

I left them
all in health.

And how does your
lady and how thrives your love?

My tales of love
were wont to weary you.

Ay, Proteus,
but that life is altered now.

O gentle Proteus,
love's a mighty lord

and hath so humbled me,

as I confess there is
no want to his correction,

nor to his service
no such joy on earth.

Enough, I read
your fortune in your eye.

Was this the idol
that you worship so?

Even she,
and is she not a heavenly saint?

No, but she is
an earthly paragon.

Call her divine.

I will
not flatter her.

Then speak
the truth by her.

If not divine, yet let her
be a principality,

sovereign to all the creatures
on the earth.

Except my mistress.

Pardon me, Proteus.

All I can is nothing to her who
makes other worthies nothing.

She is alone.

Then let her alone.

Not for the world.

Even as one heat
another heat expels,

or as one nail by strength
drives out another,

so the remembrance
of my former love

is by a newer object
quite forgotten.

Is it my mind
or Valentine's praise,

her true perfection
or my false transgression

that makes me reasonless
to reason thus?

She is fair and so
is Julia that I love.

That I did love, for now
my love is thawed.

Methinks my zeal to Valentine
is cold and that I love him

not as I was wont.

O but I love his lady too,
too much,

and that's the reason
I love him so little.

'Tis but her picture
I have yet beheld

and that hath dazzled
my reason's light.

But when I look
on her perfections,

there is no reason,
but I shall be blind.

If I can check my erring love,
I will.

If not, to compass her
I'll use my skill.

What, angry,
Sir Thurio?

Do you change color?

Give him leave,
madam.

He is a kind of chameleon.

That hath more mind
to suck on your blood

than live in your air.

You have said, sir.

Aye, sir, and done too,
for this time.

I know it well, sir.

You always end ere you begin.

How shall I dote
on her with more advice,

that thus without advice
begin to love her?

At first I did adore
a twinkling star,

but now I worship
a celestial sun.

To leave my Julia,
shall I be forsworn.

To love fair Silvia,
shall I be forsworn.

To wrong my friend,
I shall be much forsworn.

Even that power which
gave me first my oath

provokes me to this
threefold perjury.

Love bade me swear
and love bids me forswear.

O sweet suggesting Love,
if thou hast sinned, teach me,

thy tempted subject,
to excuse it!

I cannot leave to love,
but yet I do.

But there I leave to love
where I should love.

I will forget that
Julia is alive,

remembering that my
love to her is dead.

And Valentine
I'll hold an enemy,

aiming at Silvia as
a sweeter friend.

I cannot now prove
constant to myself

without some treachery
used to Valentine.

Love, lend me wings
to make my purpose swift,

as thou hast lent me wit.

Better forbear
till Proteus make return.

O knowest thou not
his looks are my soul's food?

If thou didst know
the inly touch of love,

thou wouldst as soon
go kindle fire with snow

as seek to quench the fire
of love with words.

I do not seek to
quench your love's hot fire,

but qualify the fire's
extreme rage,

lest it should burn above
the bounds of reason.

The more thou
dammest it up,

the more it burns.

Then let me go
and hinder not my course.

In what habit
will you go along?

Not like a woman.

Gentle Lucetta,
fit me with such weeds

as may beseem
some well-reputed page.

Why, then, your
ladyship must cut your hair.

No, girl, I'll knit it
up with silken strings

and twenty odd-conceited
true love knots.

What fashion shall
I make your breeches, madam?

Lucetta, as thou
lovest me, let me have

what thou thinkest meet
and is most mannerly.

We have
some secrets to confer.

Now, tell me, Proteus,
what's your will with me?

My gracious lord,
that which it would discover

the law of friendship
bids me to conceal,

but when I call to mind your
gracious favors done to me,

undeserving as I am,
my duty pricks me on to utter

that which else no worldly good
should draw from me.

Know, worthy prince,
Sir Valentine, my friend,

this night intends to steal
away your daughter.

Myself am one made
privy to the plot.

Proteus, I thank thee
for thine honest care,

which to requite,
command me while I live.

Upon mine honor, he shall
never know that I had

any light from thee of this.

Adieu, my Lord.

Sir Valentine,
whither away so fast?

Please it your grace,
there is a messenger

that stays to bear my letters
to my friends,

and I am going to deliver them.

Be they of much import?

The tenor
of them doth

but signify my health
and happy being at your court.

Nay then,
no matter.

Stay with me awhile.

I am to break with thee of some
affairs that touch me near,

wherein thou must be secret.

'Tis not unknown to you that I
have sought to match my friend

Sir Thurio with my daughter.

I know it well,
my Lord,

and sure the match
were rich and honorable.

Can your Grace not win
her to fancy him?

No, trust me.

She is peevish,
sullen, froward,

proud, disobedient,
stubborn, lacking duty,

neither regarding
that she is my child

nor fearing me as if
I were her father.

What would your Grace
have me to do in this?

What letter
is this same?

What's here?

"To Silvia."

I think I'll be so forward as
to break the seal for once.

"My thoughts do harbor
with my Silvia nightly,

and slaves they are to me
that send them flying.

O could their master
come and go as lightly,

himself would lodge where
senseless they are lying.

I curse myself,
for they are sent by me,

that they would harbor
where their lord should be."

What's here?

"Silvia, this night I
will enfranchise thee."

Wilt thou reach stars
because they shine on thee?

Go, as thou lovest thy life,
make speed from hence.

Valentine?

No.

Who then,
his spirit?

Neither.

What then?

Nothing.

Thank me for this
and for all the favors

which all too much I have
bestowed on thee.

And you, may I say to thee,
this pride of hers,

under advice, hath drawn
my love from her.

By heaven!

My wrath shall far exceed
the love I ever bore

my daughter or thyself.

Cease to lament
for that thou canst not help,

and study help for that
which thou lamentest.

Time is the nurse
and breeder of all good.

Hope is a lover's staff,
walk hence with that

and manage it against
despairing thoughts.

Then let her beauty
be her wedding-dower,

for me and my possessions
she esteems not.

The time now
serves not to expostulate.

What light is light
if Silvia be not seen?

What joy is joy
if Silvia be not by?

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.

Friend Valentine,
a word.

What is your news?

That thou art banished.

O that's the news!

From hence, from Silvia
and from me thy friend.

O I have fed
upon this woe already.

Doth Silvia know
that I am banished?

Ay, ay,
but neither bended knees,

pure hands held up,
sad sighs, deep groans,

nor silver-shedding tears
could penetrate

her uncompassionate sire.

No more.

Come, I'll convey
thee through the city gate.

And ere I part with thee,
confer at large of all

that may concern
thy love affairs.

As thou lovest Silvia,
though not for thyself,

regard thy danger,
and along with me.

He lives not now
that knows me to be in love.

Yet I am in love,
but a team of horse

shall not pluck that from me,
nor who it 'tis I love.

And yet 'tis a woman.

Here is a catalog
of her condition.

Ahem!

How now,
Signior Launce.

What news with your mastership?

With
my master's ship?

Why, it is at sea.

Well, your old
vice still, mistake the word.

What news, then, in your paper?

Why, the blackest news
that ever thou heardest.

Why, man, how black?

Why, as black as ink.

Let me read them.

There, Saint Nicholas
be thy speed!

"Item: She can sew."

That's as much
to say, can she so?

"Item: She can
wash and scour."

A special virtue,
for then she need

not be washed and scoured.

"Item: She hath
many nameless virtues."

That's as much as
to say, bastard virtues,

that indeed know
not their fathers

and therefore have no names.

"Here
follow her vices."

Close at the heels
of her virtues.

"Item: She hath
a sweet mouth."

Well, that fault
may be mended.

Read on.

"Item: She doth talk
in her sleep."

It's no matter
for that,

so she sleep not in her talk.

"Item: She is
slow in words."

O villain, that set
this down among her vices.

To be slow in words is
a woman's only virtue.

"Item: She is proud."

Out with that too.

It was Eve's legacy,
and cannot be taken from her.

"Item:
She is curst."

Good things
should be praised.

"Item:
She is too liberal."

That I cannot help,
proceed.

"Item: She hath
more hairs than wit,

and more faults than hairs,
and more wealth than faults."

Stop there.

Sir Thurio, fear not
but that she will love you,

now Valentine is banished
from her sight.

Since his exile she
hath despised me most,

forsworn my company
and railed at me

that I am desperate
of obtaining her.

A little time
will melt her frozen thoughts,

and worthless Valentine
will be forgot.

How now, Sir Proteus.

Is your countryman according
to our proclamation gone?

Gone,
my good lord.

My daughter
takes his going grievously.

A little time,
my lord, will kill that grief.

Thou knowest how
willingly I would effect

the match between Sir Thurio
and my daughter.

I do, my lord.

And also, I think,
thou art not ignorant

how she opposes
her against my will.

She did, my lord,
when Valentine was here.

Ay, and perversely
she persevers so.

What might we do to
make the girl forget

the love of Valentine
and love Sir Thurio?

The best way
is to slander Valentine.

Ay, but she'll think
that it is spoke in hate.

Ay, if his
enemy deliver it.

Therefore it must with
circumstance be spoken

by one whom she
esteemeth as his friend.

Then you must
undertake to slander him.

'Tis an ill office
for a gentleman,

especially against
his very friend.

Where your good
word cannot advantage him,

your slander never
can endamage him.

Therefore the office
is indifferent,

being entreated
to it by your friend.

You have
prevailed, my lord.

If I can do it by ought that I
can speak in his dispraise,

she shall not long
continue love to him.

But say this weed her love
from Valentine,

it follows not that she will
love Sir Thurio.

Therefore, as you
unwind her love from him,

lest it should ravel
and be good to none,

you must provide
to bottom it on me,

which must be done
by praising me as much

as you in worth dispraise
Sir Valentine.

And Proteus, we dare
trust you in this kind.

Upon this warrant shall you have
access where you with Silvia

may confer at large,
where you may temper her

by your persuasion
to hate young Valentine

and love my friend.

As much as
I can do, I will effect.

Even now about it.

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.

How now, Sir Proteus,
are you crept before us?

Ay, gentle Thurio,
for you know that love

will creep in service
where it cannot go.

Ay, but I hope, sir,
that you love not here.

Sir, but I do,
or else I would be hence.

Who?
Silvia?

Ay, Silvia,
for your sake.

I thank you
for your own.

But now, gentlemen,
let us tune,

and to it lustily awhile.

Now, my young guest,
methinks you're allycholly.

I pray you, why is it?

Marry, mine host,
because I cannot be merry.

♪ Who's Silvia?

♪ What is she that all
our swains commend her? ♪

♪ Holy, fair and wise is she

♪ The heaven such grace
did lend her ♪

♪ that she might admired be

How now are you
sadder than you were before?

How do you, man?

The music likes you not.

You mistake,
the musician likes me not.

Why, my pretty youth?

He plays false, father.

♪ For beauty lives
with kindness ♪

♪ Love doth to her eyes repair

♪ to help him
of his blindness ♪

♪ and, being helped,
inhabits there ♪

I perceive you
delight not in music.

Not a whit,
when it jars so.

Hark, what fine
change is in the music.

Ay, and that change
is the spite.

You would have them
always play but one thing?

I would always have
one play but one thing.

♪ 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 ♪

Sir Thurio,
fear not you.

I will so plead that you shall
say my cunning drift excels.

I thank you
for your music, gentlemen.

Madam,
good even to your ladyship.

Sir Proteus,
as I take it.

Sir Proteus,
gentle lady,

and your servant.

What's your will?

That I may
encompass yours.

You have your wish.

My will is even this,
that presently

you hie you home to bed.

Thou subtle, perjured,
false, disloyal man!

Thinkest thou I am so shallow,
so conceitless to be seduced

by thy flattery that hast
deceived so many with thy vows?

Return, return, and make
thy love amends.

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.

I grant, sweet love,
that I did love a lady,

but she is dead.

Say that she be,

yet Valentine
thy friend survives,

to whom thou witness
I am betrothed.

And art thou not ashamed
to wrong him

with thy importunacy?

I likewise hear
that Valentine is dead.

And so suppose am I,
for in his grave assure thyself

my love is buried.

Sweet lady,
let me rake it from the earth.

Go to thy lady's grave
and call hers thence,

or at the least in hers
sepulcher thine.

Madam,
if your heart be so obdurate,

vouchsafe me yet
your picture for my love.

To that I'll speak,
to that I'll sigh and weep.

For since the substance of your
perfect self is else devoted,

I am but a shadow,

and to your shadow
will I make true love.

I am very loath
to be your idol, sir.

But since your falsehood
shall become you well

to worship shadows
and adore false shapes,

send to me in the morning
and I'll send it.

And so, good rest.

As wretches
have o'ernight that wait

for execution in the morning.

My friends?

That's not so, sir.

We are your enemies.

Peace,
we shall hear him.

Ay,
by my beard, will we,

for he is a proper man.

Then know that
I have little wealth to lose.

A man I am crossed
with adversity.

My riches are these
poor habiliments,

of which if you should
here disfurnish me,

you take the sum
and substance that I have.

Whither travel you?

To Verona.

Whence came you?

From Milan.

Have you long
sojourned there?

Some several months,
and longer might have stayed,

if crooked fortune
had not thwarted me.

What,
were you banished thence?

I was.

For what offence?

For that which
now torments me to rehearse.

I killed a man,
whose death I much repent.

But yet, I slew him
manfully in fight,

without false vantage
or base treachery.

But ne'er repent it,

if it were done so.

What were you banished
for so such small a fault?

I was, and held me
glad of such a doom.

This fellow were
a king for our wild faction.

We'll have him.

Sirs, a word.

Answer us
this, what have you to take to?

Nothing
but my fortune.

Know, then,
that some of us are gentlemen,

such as the fury of ungoverned
youth did thrust

from the company of awful men.

Myself was from Verona
banished for practicing

to steal away a lady.

And I from
Mantua, for a gentleman,

who, in my mood, I stabbed
unto the heart.

And I for such
like petty crimes as these,

but to the purpose, for we cite
our faults that they

may hold excused
our lawless lives.

And partly, seeing that you are
beautified with goodly shape

and by your own report
a linguist and a man

of such perfection, as we do
in our quality much want.

Indeed,
because you are a banished man,

therefore, above the rest,
we parley to you.

Would you be content
to be our general?

To make a virtue of necessity
and live, as we do,

in this wilderness?

What sayest thou?

Wilt thou be of our consort?

Say ay and be
the captain of us all.

We'll do thee homage
and be ruled by thee,

love thee as our commander
and our king.

I take your offer
and will live with you.

Sebastian is thy name?

I like thee well and will employ
thee in some service presently.

In what you please,
I'll do what I can.

I hope thou wilt.

Sebastian, I have
entertained thee,

partly that I have need
of such a youth

that can with some discretion
do my business.

Therefore know thou,
for this I entertain thee.

Go presently and take
this ring with thee.

Deliver it to Madam Silvia.

She loved me well
delivered it to me.

It seems you loved
not her, to leave her token.

She is dead, belike?

Not so,
I think she lives.

Alas.

Why
dost thou cry, "Alas"?

I cannot choose
but pity her.

Wherefore
shouldst thou pity her?

Because methinks
that she loved you

as well as you do love
your lady Silvia.

She dreams on him
that has forgot her love.

You dote on her that
cares not for your love.

'Tis pity love should
be so contrary

and thinking of it makes
me cry, "Alas."

Well, give her
that ring and tell my lady

I claim the promise
for her heavenly picture.

Your message done,
hie home unto my chamber,

where thou shalt find me
sad and solitary.

How many women
would do such a message?

Alas, poor Proteus!

Thou hast entertained a fox to
be the shepherd of thy lambs.

Alas, poor fool!

Why do I pity him that with
his very heart despiseth me?

Because he loves her,
he despiseth me.

Because I love him
I must pity him.

This ring I gave him
when he parted from me

to bind him to remember
my good will.

And now am I,
unhappy messenger,

to plead for that which
I would not obtain,

to carry that which I
would have refused,

to praise his faith which
I would have dispraised.

I am my master's
true confirmed love.

But cannot be true servant
to my master

unless I prove false
traitor to myself.

Yet I will woo for him, but yet
so coldly as heaven it knows

I would not have him speed.

Gentlewoman, good day.

I pray you, be my mean to bring
me where to speak

with Madam Silvia.

What would you with her,
if that I be she?

If you be she,
I do entreat your patience

to hear me speak
the message I am sent on.

From whom?

From my master,
madam, Sir Proteus.

O he sends you
for a picture.

Ay, madam.

There,
give your master this.

Tell him from me,
one Julia,

that his changing
thoughts forget,

would better fit his chamber
than this shadow.

Madam, he sends
your ladyship this ring.

The more shame
for him that he send it.

Though his false finger
have profaned the ring,

mine shall not do his Julia
so much wrong.

She thanks you for it.

What sayest thou?

I thank you for it,
madam, that you tender her.

Poor gentlewoman,
my master wrongs her much.

Dost thou know her?

Almost as well
as I do know myself.

To think upon her woes I do
protest that I have wept

a hundred several times.

Belike she thinks
that Proteus hath forsook her.

I think she doth,
and that is her cause of sorrow.

Is she
not passing fair?

She hath been fairer,
madam, than she is.

When she did think my master
loved her well,

she, in my opinion,
was as fair as you.

How tall is she?

About my stature.

She is beholding
to thee, gentle youth.

Alas, poor lady,
desolate and left.

I weep myself to think
upon thy words.

Here, youth, there is my purse.

I give thee this for thy sweet
mistress' sake,

because thou lovest her.

Farewell.

And she shall thank you
for it if e'er you know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman,
mild and beautiful.

I hope my master's suit
will be but cold,

since she respects
my mistress' love so much.

Alas, how love can
trifle with itself.

Here is her picture,
let me see.

I think, if I had such a tire,
this face of mine were full

as lovely as is this of hers.

And yet the painter
flattered her a little,

unless I flatter
with myself too much.

Her hair is auburn,
mine is perfect yellow.

If that be all the difference
in his love,

I'll get me such
a colored periwig.

Her eyes are gray as glass,
and so are mine.

Ay, but her forehead's low,
and mine's as high.

What should it be that
he respects in her

but I can make
respective in myself,

if this fond Love were
not a blinded god?

I'll use thee kindly for thy
mistress' sake, that used me so.

Or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratched out

your unseeing eyes to make my
master out of love with thee.

Sir Proteus,
what says Silvia to my suit?

O sir, I find her
milder than she was,

and yet she takes exceptions
to your person.

What, that
my leg is too long?

No,
that it is too little.

How likes she
my discourse?

Ill,
when you talk of war.

But well, when I
discourse of love and peace?

But better, indeed,
when you hold your peace.

What says she
to my valor?

O sir, she makes
no doubt of that.

She needs not,
when she knows it cowardice.

What says she
to my birth?

That you are
well derived.

True, from
a gentleman to a fool.

Lady, a happy evening!

I fear I am attended
by some spies.

Fear not, the forest
is not three leagues off.

How now, Sir Proteus.

How now, Thurio.

Saw you my daughter?

Not I.

Nor I.

Well, then, she's fled
unto that peasant Valentine.

Dispatch, sweet gentlemen.

Why, this it is
to be a peevish girl

that flies her fortune
when it follows her.

I'll after, more to be
revenged on Valentine

than for the love
of reckless Silvia.

And I will follow,
more for Silvia's love

than hate of Valentine
that stays with her.

And I will follow,
more to cross that love

than hate for Silvia
that is gone for love.

Come, I must
bring you to my captain's cave.

Fear not, he bears
an honorable mind

and will not use
a woman lawlessly.

O Valentine,
this I endure for thee!

How use doth breed
a habit in a man.

This shadowy desert,
unfrequented woods,

I better brook than
flourishing peopled towns.

Here can I sit alone,
unseen of any,

and to the nightingale's
complaining notes

tune my distresses
and record my woes.

Repair me with thy presence,
Silvia.

O gentle nymph,
cherish thy forlorn swain.

What halloing
and what stir is this today?

Madam, this service
I have done for you,

though you respect not
aught your servant doth

to hazard life
and rescue you from him

that would have forced
your honor and your love.

Vouchsafe me, for my meed,
but one fair look.

A smaller boon than this
I cannot beg and less than this,

I am sure, you cannot give.

O miserable,
unhappy that I am!

Unhappy were you,
madam, ere I came.

But by my coming I have
made you happy.

By thy approach
thou makest me most unhappy.

Had I been seized
by a hungry lion,

I would have been
a breakfast to the beast,

rather than have false
Proteus rescue me.

O Heaven be judge
how I love Valentine,

whose life's as tender
to me as my soul.

And full as much,
for more there cannot be,

I do detest false
perjured Proteus.

Therefore be gone,
solicit me no more.

What dangerous
action, stood it next to death,

would I not undergo
for one calm look.

O 'tis the curse in love,
and still approved,

when women cannot love
where they're beloved.

When Proteus
cannot love where he's beloved.

Read over Julia's heart,
thy first best love,

for whose dear sake
thou didst then rend

thy faith into a thousand oaths.

And all those oaths descended
into perjury to love me.

Thou hast no faith left now,
unless thouedst two,

and that's far worse than none.

Better have none than plural
faith which is too much by one.

Thou counterfeit
to thy true friend.

In love
who respects friend?

All men but Proteus.

Ruffian, let go
that rude uncivil touch,

thou friend of an ill fashion.

Thou common friend,
that's without faith or love.

Thou hast beguiled my hopes.

Now I dare not say I
have one friend left alive.

Thou wouldst disprove me.

Who should be trusted
when one's own right hand

is perjured to the bosom?

Proteus, I am sorry I must
never trust thee more.

But count the world
a stranger for thy sake.

The private wound is deepest.

O time most accurst,
'mongst all foes that a friend

should be the worst.

My shame
and guilt confounds me.

Forgive me, Valentine.

If hearty sorrow be a sufficient
ransom for offence,

I tender it here.

I do as truly suffer
as e'er I did commit.

Then I am paid,

and once again I do
receive thee honest.

O me unhappy.

Look to the boy.

Why, boy.
Why, wag.

How now, what's the matter?

Look up, speak.

O good sir, my master
has charged me to deliver a ring

to Madam Silvia,
which, out of my neglect,

was never done.

Where
is the ring, boy?

The ring, boy.

Here it 'tis,
this is it.

How, let me see.

This is the ring
I gave to Julia.

And Julia herself
did give it me.

And Julia herself
hath brought it hither.

How, Julia!

Behold her that
gave aim to all thy oaths

and entertained them
deeply in her heart.

It is the lesser blot,
modesty finds,

women to change their shape
than men their minds.

Than men
their minds, 'tis true.

O Proteus, let this
habit make thee blush.

Be thou ashamed
that I have took upon me

such an immodest raiment,

if shame live where
there is a disguise of love.

O heaven,
were man but constant,

were perfect.

One error fills him with faults,

makes him run
through all the sins.

Inconstancy falls off
ere it begins.

What is in Silvia's face,
but I may spy

more fresh in Julia's
with a constant eye?

Come, come,
let me be blessed

to make this happy close.

'Twere a pity two such friends
should be long foes.

Bear witness, heaven,
I have my wish forever.

And I mine.

A prize,
a prize, a prize!

Forbear,
forbear, it is the duke.

Your grace is welcome to a man
disgraced, banished Valentine.

Sir Valentine!

Yonder is Silvia,
and Silvia is mine.

Thurio, give back,
or else embrace thy death.

Come not within the measure
of my wrath.

Do not name Silvia thine.

If once again, Verona
shall not hold thee.

Here she stands.

Take but possession
of her with a touch.

I dare thee but to breathe
upon my love.

Sir Valentine,
I care not for her.

I hold him but a fool that
will endanger his body

for a girl who loves him not.

I claim her not,
and therefore she is thine.

I do applaud
thy spirit, Valentine,

and find thee worthy
of an empress' love.

Come, let us go.

We will include all injured jars
with triumphs, mirth,

and rare solemnity.

That done, our day
of marriage shall be yours.

One feast, one house,
one mutual happiness.

♪ Just breathe

♪ Another soul born
in this world ♪

♪ A life untouched,
a smile you can't control ♪

♪ Well, she's thrilled
by what she sees ♪

♪ The sun falls softly
through the trees ♪

♪ She is carried away
by an inner jest ♪

♪ Within her mind

♪ In my beautiful world,
beautiful frame ♪

♪ To view our lives

♪ Notice the world
through infant eyes ♪

♪ Beautiful dream
wrapped up in white ♪

♪ Beautiful world
going by ♪

♪ Step out when those
things become unreal ♪

♪ Divided by a wall
that you can't feel ♪

♪ When the moonbeams
fill the sky ♪

♪ The eventide
through blurry eyes ♪

And action.

Back to one, keep rolling.

Stopping?

♪ In my beautiful world,
beautiful frame ♪

♪ To view our lives

♪ Notice the world
through infant eyes ♪

♪ Beautiful dream
wrapped up in white ♪

♪ Beautiful world

Tell me, do you...

I'm married.

Stop it.

Go away.

You wanna
hold the roll?

We're rolling.

Am I filming?

I had something
in my eyeball.

She's got something
in her eyeball.

How 'bout I say
action right to his face.

Let's do that.

♪ Moving through these halls
of memories so clear ♪

♪ Where was
the turning point ♪

♪ That left us
through the years ♪♪

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