• Enter PROTEUS

    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.
    5But 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,
    10She 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 lover’s hope,
    Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
    15The 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.
    Enter THURIO and Musicians

    THURIO

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

    PROTEUS

    Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
    20Will creep in service where it cannot go.

    THURIO

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

    PROTEUS

    I’ve already had to lie to Valentine, and now I must be just as unfair to Thurio. Under the guise of praising him, I now have the ability to express my own feelings of love to Sylvia. But Sylvia is too beautiful, too faithful, too holy to be corrupted by my worthless praises. When I declare my loyalty to her, she criticizes me for being false to my friend, Valentine. When I praise her beauty, she tells me to think about how I’ve been unfaithful to Julia, whom I once loved. And yet, despite all of her scolding, the least of which could kill a lover’s hopes, my love grows and fawns on her like a dog the more she spurns it. But here comes Thurio. Now we must go to her window and play some evening music for her to hear.
    THURIO and musicians enter.

    THURIO

    How’s it going, Sir Proteus? Did you creep over here before us?

    PROTEUS

    Yes, kind Thurio, because you know that love has to creep where it isn’t allowed to walk.

    THURIO

    Yes, but I hope, sir, that you aren’t in love in this situation.