The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Уильям Шекспир

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       DUKE.

       Thou know’st how willingly I would effect

       The match between Sir Thurio and my daughter.

       PROTEUS.

       I do, my lord.

       DUKE.

       And also, I think, thou art not ignorant

       How she opposes her against my will.

       PROTEUS.

       She did, my lord, when Valentine was here.

       DUKE.

       Ay, and perversely she persevers so.

       What might we do to make the girl forget

       The love of Valentine, and love Sir Thurio?

       PROTEUS.

       The best way is to slander Valentine

       With falsehood, cowardice, and poor descent,

       Three things that women highly hold in hate.

       DUKE.

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

       PROTEUS.

       Ay, if his enemy deliver it;

       Therefore it must with circumstance be spoken

       By one whom she esteemeth as his friend.

       DUKE.

       Then you must undertake to slander him.

       PROTEUS.

       And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do:

       ‘Tis an ill office for a gentleman,

       Especially against his very friend.

       DUKE.

       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.

       PROTEUS.

       You have prevail’d, my lord; if I can do it

       By aught 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.

       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.

       DUKE.

       And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind,

       Because we know, on Valentine’s report,

       You are already Love’s firm votary

       And cannot soon revolt and change your mind.

       Upon this warrant shall you have access

       Where you with Silvia may confer at large;

       For she is lumpish, heavy, melancholy,

       And, for your friend’s sake, will be glad of you;

       Where you may temper her by your persuasion

       To hate young Valentine and love my friend.

       PROTEUS.

       As much as I can do I will effect.

       But you, Sir Thurio, are not sharp enough;

       You must lay lime to tangle her desires

       By wailful sonnets, whose composed rhymes

       Should be full-fraught with serviceable vows.

       DUKE.

       Ay,

       Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.

       PROTEUS.

       Say that upon the altar of her beauty

       You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart.

       Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears

       Moist it again, and frame some feeling line

       That may discover such integrity:

       For Orpheus’ lute was strung with poets’ sinews,

       Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,

       Make tigers tame, and huge leviathans

       Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

       After your dire-lamenting elegies,

       Visit by night your lady’s chamber-window

       With some sweet consort: to their instruments

       Tune a deploring dump; the night’s dead silence

       Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance.

       This, or else nothing, will inherit her.

       DUKE.

       This discipline shows thou hast been in love.

       THURIO.

       And thy advice this night I’ll put in practice.

       Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver,

       Let us into the city presently

       To sort some gentlemen well skill’d in music.

       I have a sonnet that will serve the turn

       To give the onset to thy good advice.

       DUKE.

       About it, gentlemen!

       PROTEUS.

       We’ll wait upon your Grace till after-supper,

       And afterward determine our proceedings.

       DUKE.

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