Act 2, Scene 6
The same. The DUKE's palace.
- [Enter PROTEUS.]
- Proteus
- 877 To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
- 878 To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn;
- 879 To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
- 880 And even that power which gave me first my oath
- 881 Provokes me to this threefold perjury:
- 882 Love bade me swear, and Love bids me forswear.
- 883 O sweet-suggesting Love! if thou hast sinn'd,
- 884 Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.
- 885 At first I did adore a twinkling star,
- 886 But now I worship a celestial sun.
- 887 Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken;
- 888 And he wants wit that wants resolved will
- 889 To learn his wit t' exchange the bad for better.
- 890 Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her bad,
- 891 Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
- 892 With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths.
- 893 I cannot leave to love, and yet I do;
- 894 But there I leave to love where I should love.
- 895 Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose;
- 896 If I keep them, I needs must lose myself;
- 897 If I lose them, thus find I by their loss,
- 898 For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
- 899 I to myself am dearer than a friend,
- 900 For love is still most precious in itself;
- 901 And Silvia—witness heaven, that made her fair!—
- 902 Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
- 903 I will forget that Julia is alive,
- 904 Remembering that my love to her is dead;
- 905 And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
- 906 Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
- 907 I cannot now prove constant to myself
- 908 Without some treachery us'd to Valentine.
- 909 This night he meaneth with a corded ladder
- 910 To climb celestial Silvia's chamber window,
- 911 Myself in counsel, his competitor.
- 912 Now presently I'll give her father notice
- 913 Of their disguising and pretended flight;
- 914 Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine;
- 915 For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter;
- 916 But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,
- 917 By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding.
- 918 Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift,
- 919 As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift!
- [Exit.]