Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
We have some secrets to confer about.
Sir Thurio, leave us alone for a while; we have some private matters to discuss.
Thurio, could you give us some space? We need to talk about something in private.
thurio step out we gotta talk
Now tell me, Proteus, what’s your will with me?
Tell me, Proteus, what do you want from me?
So what is it, Proteus? What do you need?
what u want proteus
My gracious lord, that which I would discover
The law of friendship bids me to conceal,
But when I call to mind your gracious favours
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.
I know you have determined to bestow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates,
And should she thus be stol’n away from you,
It would be much vexation to your age.
Thus, for my duty’s sake, I rather chose
To cross my friend in his intended drift
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of sorrows which would press you down,
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
My lord, there's something I'd like to reveal, but the law of friendship says I should keep silent. Yet when I think of all the kindness you've shown me, undeserving as I am, my sense of duty makes me speak. Know this, worthy prince: Sir Valentine, my friend, plans to steal away your daughter tonight, and I'm part of that plot. I know you've decided to marry her to Thurio, who your daughter hates. If she were stolen from you like this, it would cause you terrible suffering. So for duty's sake, I'm choosing to betray my friend's plan rather than let you fall into sorrow, which would destroy you completely if left unprevented.
My lord, there's something I want to tell you, but friendship normally keeps me quiet. But after all you've done for me—more than I deserve—I owe you the truth. Sir Valentine, my friend, is planning to sneak your daughter away tonight, and I know about it. I know you want her to marry Thurio, and she hates him. If she runs away, it's going to destroy you emotionally. So I'm breaking my friend's confidence because I owe you more—I can't stand by and watch you suffer like that.
my lord valentine's stealing ur daughter tonight i had to tell you i'm sorry but u deserved to know
Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care,
Which to requite command me while I live.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply when they have judged me fast asleep,
And oftentimes have purposed to forbid
Sir Valentine her company and my court.
But fearing lest my jealous aim might err
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man—
A rashness that I ever yet have shunned—
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclosed to me.
And that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence she cannot be conveyed away.
Proteus, I thank you for your honest care, which I'll repay all my life. I've seen this love myself, many times when they thought I was asleep. I've often wanted to stop Valentine from seeing her and coming to court. But I was afraid my suspicions might be wrong and I'd unfairly hurt the man—a careless mistake I've always avoided. So instead I treated him kindly so I could discover the truth myself. And since I now know from you that this is real, and since young people are easily influenced by desire, I lock her in an upper tower every night. I keep the only key myself, so she absolutely cannot be taken away.
Proteus, I really appreciate you telling me the truth. I can reward you for this for the rest of my life. To be honest, I've already seen their love with my own eyes—caught them when they thought I was asleep. I've wanted to ban Valentine from seeing her and coming to court, but I was worried I might be wrong and unfairly ruin him, which would be cruel. So I let them be but kept watching. Now that you've confirmed this is real, and knowing how young people lose their heads for love, I've taken action. I keep her locked in a tower on the top floor every night, and I'm the only one with the key. There's no way she can escape.
i've seen their love already i took her keys away she's locked up high where nobody can reach
Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean
How he her chamber-window will ascend
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For which the youthful lover now is gone,
And this way comes he with it presently,
Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my lord, do it so cunningly
That my discovery be not aimed at;
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
Know this, noble lord: they've planned a way—he'll climb up through her chamber window using a rope ladder attached with hooks to pull it up. The young lover has already gone to prepare it, and he's coming back this way with it soon. If you wish, you can catch him right here. But please, my lord, do this carefully so it doesn't look like I told you. I'm telling you because of my loyalty to you, not because I hate my friend.
Here's the thing, my lord: they've figured it out. He's going to climb up to her window using a rope ladder with hooks. The guy's already out getting it, and he'll be coming back this way soon. You could stop him right here if you want. Just please be sneaky about it so he doesn't know I ratted him out. This is about me respecting you, not me betraying my friend.
they're using a rope ladder he's getting it rn stopping him is easy if ur ready just don't let him know it was me
Upon mine honour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
I give you my honor: Valentine will never know that you found out from me.
I swear on my honor—Valentine will never know you heard this from me.
i swear he won't find out from me
Adieu, my lord, Sir Valentine is coming.
Goodbye, my lord. Sir Valentine is coming.
I've got to go. Here comes Valentine.
gotta run here he comes
Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?
Sir Valentine, where are you going in such a hurry?
Valentine, where are you rushing off to?
where u running off to 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.
If it please your grace, there's a messenger waiting to take some letters to my friends, and I'm going to give them to him.
Your grace, there's a guy here who's going to deliver letters for me to my friends back home. I'm just going to hand them over.
a messenger's here i'm sending letters to my friends
Be they of much import?
Are they very important letters?
Are these important letters?
important letters
The tenor of them doth but signify
My health and happy being at your court.
They just tell them I'm healthy and happy here at your court.
Just saying I'm doing well and happy being here at court.
just saying i'm good here
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 thee that I have sought
To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter.
Never mind then. Stay with me a moment; I need to talk to you about some personal matters that are important to me, and I need you to keep this secret. It's no secret to you that I've been trying to match my friend Sir Thurio with my daughter.
Oh never mind then. Actually, stay with me for a minute. I need to talk to you about some stuff that matters to me, and you have to keep it quiet. You know I've been trying to get Sir Thurio and my daughter together.
forget the letters stay i need ur help with something private it's about ur thurio and my daughter
I know it well, my lord, and sure the match
Were rich and honourable. Besides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter.
Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
I know this well, my lord, and surely such a match would be profitable and honorable. Besides, the gentleman is full of virtue, generosity, worth, and good qualities that make him a fitting husband for your beautiful daughter. Can't your grace persuade her to like him?
Yeah, I know. And honestly, it would be a great match—good money and status. Plus, Thurio's a solid guy. He's virtuous, generous, accomplished, all the things you'd want in a son-in-law. Isn't there any way to make your daughter interested in him?
that's a good match tho thurio's got everything virtue, money, status can't u make her like 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;
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her,
And where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherished by her childlike duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in.
Then let her beauty be her wedding dower,
For me and my possessions she esteems not.
No, trust me, she's stubborn, moody, and contrary. She's proud, refuses to listen, is stubborn, and disrespectful. She shows no awareness that she's my child and no fear of me as her father. And to be honest, this prideful behavior has made me stop loving her. Where I expected to be cared for in my old age by her dutiful love, I've now decided to take another wife and throw her out to whoever will take her. Beauty will be her only dowry, because she doesn't care about me or my wealth.
No, believe me, she's impossible—moody, argumentative, stubborn. She acts like she doesn't respect me at all, like I'm not even her father. Honestly, her attitude has killed my love for her. I thought she'd take care of me when I'm old and show me respect. But no. I'm done. I'm going to marry someone else and kick her out. Beauty is all she's getting—she can marry that.
she's so stubborn no respect she doesn't care about me i'm done with her getting remarried she's on her own
What would your Grace have me to do in this?
What would you like me to do about this?
So what do you want me to do?
what do u need from me
There is a lady of Verona here
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence.
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor—
For long agone I have forgot to court;
Besides, the fashion of the time is changed—
How and which way I may bestow myself
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.
There's a lady here in Verona whom I desire, but she's hard to get and standoffish, and she doesn't value my aged words of love. So I'd like you to be my teacher. I haven't courted anyone in a long time and I've forgotten how, and besides the style of courting has changed since I last tried. I need you to show me how to act and what to say so she notices me.
There's this woman in Verona I'm interested in, but she won't give me the time of day. She thinks I'm too old to say anything worth listening to. I want you to teach me how to court her. Honestly, I haven't done this in forever and I'm out of practice, plus everything's different now. I need to learn how to get her attention.
there's a girl here i like her but she won't look at me teach me how to court her i forgot how
Win her with gifts if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often in their silent kind
More than quick words do move a woman’s mind.
Win her with gifts if she doesn't respond to words. Jewels, being silent gifts, often move a woman's heart more than quick words do.
Go for gifts if words aren't working. Expensive gifts—jewelry and stuff—actually work better on women than trying to talk your way in.
use gifts not words jewels hit different
But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
But she rejected a present I sent her.
But she sent back the gift I gave her.
she rejected my gift tho
A woman sometime scorns what best contents her.
Send her another; never give her o’er,
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, ’tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you.
If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone,
Forwhy the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For “Get you gone” she doth not mean “Away!”
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne’er so black, say they have angels’ faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
A woman sometimes rejects what she actually wants most. Send her another gift and never give up, because her rejection now just means she'll love you more later. If she frowns, it's not because she hates you but to stir up more love in you. If she scolds you, it's not because she wants you gone—fools lose their minds alone. Don't take no for an answer, whatever she says. When she says "Get out" she doesn't really mean "Go away!" Flatter and praise her, admire everything about her, even if she's not beautiful, tell her she looks like an angel. Any man with a tongue can win a woman if he knows how to use it.
That's what they do. Women reject gifts they want to test you. Send another one and don't back off. Her saying no now just makes her like you more later. If she frowns, it's not hate—it's her way of getting you more invested. If she yells at you, it's not because she wants you gone. She'd lose her mind without you. Never take her rejection seriously. When she says "leave me alone" she doesn't mean it. Just keep complimenting her, telling her how amazing she is. Tell her she's beautiful even if she isn't. Any guy who can talk can win a woman if he does it right.
women test u by rejecting u send another gift she said no but she means yes just keep trying flattery works any man with words can win
But she I mean is promised by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.
But the woman I want is promised to another young man of good standing, and she's kept far away from all men during the day, so no one can reach her.
But here's the problem—she's already promised to some other guy, and her family keeps her locked away from everyone during the day.
she's already promised to someone else and she's locked away from guys
Why then, I would resort to her by night.
Then I would visit her by night.
So go see her after dark.
visit at night
Ay, but the doors be locked and keys kept safe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.
That won't work—the doors are locked and the keys are kept safe, so no man can reach her at night either.
Can't do it. The doors are locked and they keep the keys locked up too. No one can get to her at night.
doors locked keys hidden can't reach her
What lets but one may enter at her window?
What stops someone from entering through her window?
Can't you just use the window?
whats the window problem
Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving that one cannot climb it
Without apparent hazard of his life.
Her chamber is high up, far from the ground, and it's built so steeply that you can't climb it without risking your life.
Her room is way up high, and it's built at such a steep angle that climbing it would be almost suicidal.
her room's super high up too steep to climb would die trying
Why, then a ladder quaintly made of cords
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Would serve to scale another Hero’s tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.
Why, a rope ladder cleverly made with cord and fitted with metal hooks would work perfectly for climbing, the kind that would allow someone to reach another man's impossible tower the way brave Leander did for his Hero.
A rope ladder would work though—made with good cord and hooked right so you could throw it up. That's how Leander got to Hero's tower, and he pulled it off.
rope ladder would work leander did it for hero so could u
Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
Now, as you are a gentleman of noble birth, tell me where I might obtain such a ladder.
Alright, as a man of honor, where can I get a rope ladder like that?
where can i get a rope ladder
When would you use it? Pray, sir, tell me that.
When would you need it? Tell me that, sir.
When would you need it?
when do u need it
This very night; for Love is like a child
That longs for everything that he can come by.
Tonight. Love is like a child—it wants everything and wants it right now.
Tonight. Love's like a kid—it wants what it wants immediately.
tonight love's impatient
By seven o’clock I’ll get you such a ladder.
I will have a rope ladder ready for you by seven in the evening.
You'll have it by seven.
by 7 pm
But, hark thee: I will go to her alone;
How shall I best convey the ladder thither?
But listen: I want to go to her alone. How do I carry the ladder there without being noticed?
But here's the thing—I want to go alone. How am I supposed to carry the ladder without someone seeing?
how do i carry it there without being seen
It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
Under a cloak that is of any length.
It will be light enough that you can carry it hidden under a cloak of any decent length.
It'll be light enough to hide under your cloak if it's long enough.
hide it under a cloak
A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Will a cloak as long as yours do the job?
A cloak like yours would work?
like ur cloak
Ay, my good lord.
Yes, my good lord.
Yeah, that'll work.
yeah
Then let me see thy cloak;
I’ll get me one of such another length.
Then let me look at your cloak; I'll get one just like it.
Let me see your cloak then. I'll find one like it.
show me ur cloak i'll get one like it
Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
Any cloak will do the job, my lord.
Any cloak will work, honestly.
any cloak works
How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
How do I wear a cloak properly? Let me try yours on so I can see.
How do you even wear this thing? Let me try yours on.
how do u wear it let me try yours
What letter is this same? What’s here?—_To Silvia?_
And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
I’ll be so bold to break the seal for once.
What is this letter? What do I have here? To Silvia? And here's a tool for my plan. I'll be bold enough to break the seal for once.
What letter is this? What do I have? Oh, it's to Silvia? And I found a tool I can use. I'm going to open it and read it.
whats this letter to silvia? i found a tool im gonna open n read it
[_Reads_.] _My thoughts do harbour 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.
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,
While I, their king, that thither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them,
Because myself do want my servants’ fortune.
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord should be._
What’s here?
My thoughts spend the night with my Silvia, And they are slaves to me that sent them flying. Oh, if only I could come and go so easily, I myself would rest where they are lying. My messenger-thoughts in your pure heart find shelter, While I, their king, that sent them there, Curse the blessing that has blessed them so well, Because I myself lack their good fortune. I curse myself, for I sent them to you, So they should rest where their master should be.
My thoughts spend every night with my Silvia, And they are slaves sent by me flying there. Oh, if I could only travel there as easily, I would be where they end up lying. My thoughts like messengers rest in your pure heart, While I, the king that sent them, Curse how well they have been blessed, Because I don't have their good luck. I curse myself for sending them to you, When they should rest where I myself should be.
my thoughts r w/ silvia every night my slave thoughts i sent flying i wish i could go there easily i'd rest where they r my thoughts r msgs in ur heart but i'm king & i curse their good luck i sent them to u but i should be there
[_Reads_.] _Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee._
’Tis so; and here’s the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaëthon—for thou art Merops’ son—
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?
Go, base intruder, overweening slave,
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Is privilege for thy departure hence.
Thank me for this more than for all the favours
Which, all too much, I have bestowed on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories
Longer than swiftest expedition
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
Begone, I will not hear thy vain excuse,
But, as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence.
Silvia, I will grant you your freedom this night. It is so, and here is the ladder for that purpose. Why, Phaëthon—for you are Merops' son— Do you aspire to guide the sun's heavenly chariot And with your rash folly burn the world? Do you reach for stars because they shine on you? Go, base intruder, presumptuous slave, Give your false smiles to those equal to your station, And consider that my patience, more than your worth, Is the only reason I permit your departure. Thank me for this more than for all the favors Which I have, far too generously, given you. But if you linger in my territories Longer than the quickest journey possible Will allow you to leave our royal court, By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love I have ever borne my daughter or yourself. Depart, I will not hear your empty excuses, But, as you value your life, make haste from here.
Silvia, I will set you free this night. It's done, and here's the ladder to escape with. Why, Phaëthon—since you're Merops' son— Do you want to drive the sun's chariot And burn the whole world with your foolish pride? Do you grasp at stars just because they shine on you? Get out of here, you lowborn intruder, arrogant servant, Smile your fake smiles at people your own rank, And know that only my kindness, not your worth, Has allowed you to leave here alive. Be grateful for this more than all the help I've already given you, way too much already. If you're still here in my lands Longer than it takes to quickly Leave my royal court, I swear by heaven, my anger will be worse Than any love I've ever felt for my daughter or you. Leave now, don't bother with excuses, If you care about living, get out fast.
silvia ur free tonight. here's the ladder. why u think ur phaethon? ur not that great. u gonna burn the world w/ ur pride? reach for stars cuz they shine on u? get out u base lowborn slave. smile @ ppl like u. only my patience let u leave. be grateful. stay in my land longer? i'll kill u. swear it. leave NOW. if u live get out
And why not death, rather than living torment?
To die is to be banished from myself,
And Silvia is myself; banished 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
Fostered, illumined, cherished, 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.
Why shouldn't I choose death over living with this torture? To be banished is to be cut off from myself. Silvia is myself. Being separated from her is separation from myself—a kind of death. What is light if I can't see Silvia? What is joy if Silvia isn't there? Unless I know she's present, I just live off memories of her perfection. Unless I'm with Silvia at night, there's no music in a nightingale's song. Unless I see her by day, daylight has no meaning for me. She is my reason for existing. I stop being alive if I'm not sustained by her. I'm not running from death to escape it. If I stay here I'm just waiting to die. If I run away, I'm running from life itself.
Why not just die instead of living like this? Being exiled is like being cut off from myself. Silvia IS myself. Without her, I don't exist. What's the point of light if I can't see her? What's joy without her around? I'm just living on memories of what she's like. Without her at night, songs mean nothing. Without seeing her during the day, there's no day for me. She's everything. I literally can't live without her presence. I'm not afraid of death. If I stay here, I'm just dying slow. If I leave, I'm leaving life.
why live if i can't see her silvia IS me without her there's no light no joy no music no point i'm dead either way
Run, boy, run, run, seek him out.
Run, boy, run and find him at once.
Go! Hurry up and find him!
find him now
So-ho, so-ho!
Hello! Hello! I'm here!
Yoo-hoo! Over here!
yo
What seest thou?
What do you see?
What do you see?
what do u see
Him we go to find. There’s not a hair on ’s head but ’tis a Valentine.
The person we're looking for. Look, there's not a single hair on his head that isn't a Valentine.
The guy we're after. Every bit of him screams Valentine.
it's him he's totally valentine
Valentine?
Valentine?
valentine?
valentine?
No.
No.
no.
no.
Who then? His spirit?
Is it perhaps his spirit then?
His ghost maybe?
spirit
Neither.
Neither.
neither.
neither.
What then?
What then?
what then?
what then?
Nothing.
Nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?
Can nothing speak? Master, should I hit him?
Can nothing even talk? Should I hit him, boss?
can nothing talk should i hit him
Who wouldst thou strike?
Whom would you strike?
Who do you wanna hit?
who u wanna hit
Nothing.
Nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
Villain, forbear.
Villain, stop.
Stop it, you scoundrel.
stop villain
Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing. I pray you—
Well, sir, I'll strike nothing then. I ask you—
Well, sir, I'm not hitting nothing then. I'm just saying—
not hitting nothing then
Sirrah, I say, forbear.—Friend Valentine, a word.
I said stop.—Friend Valentine, I need a word with you.
I said stop.—Valentine, I need to talk to you.
valentine i gotta talk to u
My ears are stopped and cannot hear good news,
So much of bad already hath possessed them.
My ears are already full of bad news and I can't hear any good news, because they're occupied with so much that's gone wrong.
My ears are already stuffed with bad news. I can't even hear good news anymore.
my ears are full of bad news can't hear good
Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
For they are harsh, untuneable, and bad.
Then I'll stay silent about mine, because my news is harsh, out of tune, and bad.
Then I'll keep mine to myself, because it's bad—really harsh and bad.
mine's bad too keeping it quiet
Is Silvia dead?
Is Silvia dead?
is silvia dead?
is silvia dead?
No, Valentine.
No, Valentine.
no, valentine.
no, valentine.
No Valentine indeed for sacred Silvia.
Hath she forsworn me?
I'm no longer a Valentine if Silvia has rejected me. Has she broken her word to me?
I'm not a Valentine anymore if Silvia doesn't want me. Has she rejected me?
i'm no valentine if silvia doesn't want me did she reject me
No, Valentine.
No, Valentine.
no, valentine.
no, valentine.
No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.
What is your news?
I'm no Valentine if Silvia has rejected me. What's your news?
I'm nobody if Silvia's rejected me. What's the news?
what's the news
Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.
Sir, there's an official order saying that you've disappeared.
Sir, there's been an announcement that you've vanished.
ur declared missing
That thou art banished—O, that’s the news—
From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.
That you are banished—that's the news—from here, from Silvia, and from me, your friend.
You're banished. That's the news. Banished from the city, from Silvia, and from me.
ur banished from here from silvia from me
O, I have fed upon this woe already,
And now excess of it will make me surfeit.
Doth Silvia know that I am banished?
I've already suffered through this sorrow, and now more will overwhelm me completely. Does Silvia know that I've been banished?
I've already been drowning in this pain, and this is going to destroy me. Does Silvia even know?
already suffering this will kill me does silvia know
Ay, ay; and she hath offered to the doom—
Which unreversed stands in effectual force—
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears;
Those at her father’s churlish feet she tendered,
With them, upon her knees, her humble self,
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
As if but now they waxed pale for woe.
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chafed him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.
Yes, and she offered herself to face your punishment—which stands with full force and cannot be changed—shedding a sea of tears that some would call pearls. She threw herself at her father's feet with those tears, on her knees, offering herself humbly, wringing her hands which were so white and beautiful they seemed to pale from grief. But neither her kneeling, nor her pure raised hands, nor sad sighs, deep groans, nor her silver tears could move her uncompassionate father. The order stands: if Valentine is caught, he must die. Furthermore, her begging made her father so angry that when she asked for your pardon, he locked her away in close prison with many cruel threats about keeping her there.
Yeah, she did. She literally threw herself at her father's feet begging for you, crying like crazy—I mean the tears just poured out. She was on her knees with her beautiful hands up, looking so desperate and sad, and nothing worked. Her father wouldn't budge. And then her begging made him so mad that he locked her up in a cell with threats about keeping her there forever. The order's final: if they catch you, you die.
silvia begged her dad cried her eyes out on her knees he wouldn't listen locked her up if they catch u u die
No more, unless the next word that thou speak’st
Have some malignant power upon my life.
If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,
As ending anthem of my endless dolour.
Don't tell me anything else unless the next words out of your mouth will destroy me. If they will, then whisper them in my ear like a final song for my endless suffering.
Don't say another word unless it's going to kill me anyway. If it will, then just tell me—let it be the last thing I hear.
don't say more unless it kills me then just say it
Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
And study help for that which thou lament’st.
Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.
Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love;
Besides, thy staying will abridge thy life.
Hope is a lover’s staff; walk hence with that
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence,
Which, being writ to me, shall be delivered
Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.
The time now serves not to expostulate.
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 lov’st Silvia, though not for thyself,
Regard thy danger, and along with me.
Stop mourning for what you can't change, and focus your energy on fixing what's making you suffer. Time is what heals everything and brings all good things. If you stay here, you'll never see your love again. Besides, staying will shorten your life—they'll catch and execute you. Hope is what keeps a lover going. Use that as your strength and don't give in to despair. Your letters can reach her even if you're gone, because I'll make sure the ones you write to me get delivered straight to her. There's no time to argue about this. Come, I'll get you through the city gates, and before I leave you, we'll talk through everything about your love and what needs to happen. For her sake, if not for your own, think about the danger you're in and come with me.
Stop crying about what you can't fix and deal with what you can. Time will help—it always does. If you stay, you'll never see her again, and you'll get caught and killed anyway. Hope is what you need now. That's your only weapon. Your letters can still reach her through me even if you're gone. We don't have time to debate. I'll get you out through the gates, and we can talk about everything on the way. Think about her if you won't think about yourself, and let's go.
stop crying stop staying time heals if u stay u die hope is ur weapon letters can reach her thru me let's go now
I pray thee, Lance, an if thou seest my boy,
Bid him make haste and meet me at the North Gate.
Lance, if you see my servant boy, tell him to hurry and meet me at the North Gate.
Lance, if you see my boy, tell him to get to the North Gate quick.
see my boy tell him north gate now
Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.
Go, find him. Come on, Valentine.
Go look for him. Let's move, Valentine.
find him let's bounce
O, my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!
Oh, my dear Silvia! I'm an unlucky man!
Oh, my dear Silvia! I'm cursed!
silvia i'm doomed
I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think my master is
a kind of a knave; but that’s all one if he be but one knave. 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 ’tis I love; and yet ’tis a
woman, but what woman I will not tell myself; and yet ’tis a milkmaid;
yet ’tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips; yet ’tis a maid, for she
is her master’s maid and serves for wages. She hath more qualities than
a water-spaniel, which is much in a bare Christian. [_Pulls out a
paper_.] Here is the cate-log of her condition. _Imprimis, She can
fetch and carry_. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse cannot
fetch but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. _Item, She
can milk_. Look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands.
I'm just a fool, look, but I'm smart enough to think my master is basically a knave. But that doesn't matter much if he's only one knave. There's no one alive who knows I'm in love, yet I am in love, but a whole team of horses couldn't drag it out of me, and I won't tell who she is. She's a woman though, a milkmaid. But she's not a maid anymore because she's had gossips at her birth. Yet she still acts like a maid since she's a servant in her master's house working for wages. She has more good qualities than a water-spaniel, which is saying something for a Christian. Here's a list of her qualities written down. First: She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do more than that—actually no, a horse can only carry, not fetch. So she's better than a horse. Second: She can milk. That's a good quality in a maid with clean hands.
Look, I'm a fool, right? But I'm fool enough to think my master's kind of a jerk. Not that it matters if he's just one jerk. Nobody knows I'm in love, but I am, and no amount of force is getting me to admit it or tell you who it is. She's a woman though, a milkmaid. She's not technically a virgin anymore because she's had witnesses present for stuff. But she works as a servant for pay so she's still basically a maid. She's got more skills than a water dog, which is pretty impressive for a regular person. I wrote down all her good qualities. First: She can fetch and carry stuff. Well, a horse can do that too—actually no, a horse just carries stuff, doesn't fetch. So she's better than a horse. Second: She can milk. That's a solid skill for someone working with animals.
i'm a fool in love won't say with who it's a milkmaid tho her qualities: - can fetch and carry (better than a horse) - can milk (clean hands)
How now, Signior Lance? What news with your mastership?
What's up, Lance? What news is there?
Hey Lance, what's going on? Any news?
hey lance whats up
With my master’s ship? Why, it is at sea.
With my master's ship? Why, it's at sea.
My master's ship? It's out on the ocean.
his ship's at sea
Well, your old vice still: mistake the word. What news, then, in your
paper?
There you go again with that old habit of mixing up words. So what news is in your paper?
There you go again, twisting words around. What's in that paper?
u always mess up words what's in the paper
The blackest news that ever thou heard’st.
The darkest news you've ever heard.
The worst news you could possibly hear.
worst news ever
Why, man? How black?
Really? How dark?
Seriously? How bad?
how bad
Why, as black as ink.
Dark as ink, that's how.
Black like ink.
ink level dark
Let me read them.
Allow me to read them for you.
Let me check it.
lemme see
Fie on thee, jolt-head, thou canst not read.
No way, blockhead. You can't read.
No way, idiot. You can't read.
u can't read dummy
Thou liest. I can.
That's a lie. I absolutely can read.
Wrong, I can read fine.
i can read
I will try thee. Tell me this, who begot thee?
Prove it. Answer this: who was your father?
Then answer me this: who's your father?
who's ur dad
Marry, the son of my grandfather.
My father is the son of my grandfather.
Well, he's my granddad's boy.
my granddad's kid
O, illiterate loiterer! It was the son of thy grandmother.
This proves that thou canst not read.
You illiterate idler! Your father was your grandmother's son, not your grandfather's son. This proves you can't read.
You can't even think straight! Your dad is your grandmother's son, not your grandfather's. See? You can't read.
that's ur grandma's son not ur granddad's son u can't read
Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.
Come on, fool, let me try your paper.
Come on, just let me try your paper.
let me try ur paper
[_Gives him the paper_.] There; and Saint Nicholas be thy speed.
[Gives him the paper.] Here it is; and may Saint Nicholas grant you swift success.
[Hands him the paper.] There you go; may Saint Nicholas help you through.
[gives paper] here. saint nick bless u
_Imprimis, She can milk._
First on the list: She can milk.
Okay, she milks cows.
can milk
Ay, that she can.
Yes, that she can.
Yeah, she does.
yeah
_Item, She brews good ale._
Next quality: She brews excellent ale.
And she makes really good beer.
makes good beer
And thereof comes the proverb, “Blessing of your heart, you brew good
ale.”
And that's where the saying comes from: "God bless your heart, you brew excellent ale."
And that's why people say "God bless you, you make good ale."
that's why they say "god bless u u brew good ale"
_Item, She can sew._
Next: She is skilled at sewing.
Plus she can sew.
sews stuff
That’s as much as to say, “Can she so?”
That's basically asking "Can she sew so well?"
That's like saying "Can she do it so well?"
like ur asking "can she do it so good"
_Item, She can knit._
Next on her list: knitting ability.
And she knows how to knit.
knits
What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a
stock?
Why would a man need a wife when she can knit him a stocking? A woman who can knit is worth more to a man than any other quality.
Why would a man even need a wife if she can knit him socks? If she can make him clothes, she's got everything covered.
why need a wife if she knits u socks
_Item, She can wash and scour._
Item: She can wash and clean things.
Next up: She can wash and scrub.
she can wash & clean stuff
A special virtue, for then she need not be washed and scoured.
That's quite a virtue, because then she won't need to be washed and cleaned herself.
That's actually perfect, because then nobody has to clean her.
so she doesn't need cleaning
_Item, She can spin._
Item: She knows how to work a spinning wheel.
Another point: She can do spinning work.
she can spin
Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living.
Then the world will turn smoothly when she can support herself by spinning.
Then everything will work out great if she can make money from spinning.
world's good when she pays for herself
_Item, She hath many nameless virtues._
Item: She has many unnamed virtues.
Another thing: She has lots of qualities you can't quite name.
many unnamed good things
That’s as much as to say, “bastard virtues”, that indeed know not their
fathers, and therefore have no names.
That's basically saying they're bastard virtues—ones without a known father, which is why they have no names.
You're basically calling them bastard virtues—they don't have fathers, so they don't have names.
bastard virtues, no fathers, no names
Here follow her vices.
Now here come her flaws.
Now for the bad stuff.
now her bad stuff
Close at the heels of her virtues.
Following right after her good qualities.
Right on the tail of her good points.
right after the good stuff
_Item, She is not to be kissed fasting in respect of her breath._
Item: She shouldn't be kissed on an empty stomach because of her breath.
Another thing: Don't kiss her if you haven't eaten—her breath is rough.
don't kiss her hungry, bad breath
Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast.
Read on.
Well, that flaw can be fixed with a good breakfast. Read on.
That's easy to fix—just have breakfast first. Keep going.
breakfast fixes it keep reading
_Item, She hath a sweet mouth._
Item: She has a pleasant mouth.
Another point: Her mouth is sweet.
she has a sweet mouth
That makes amends for her sour breath.
That makes up for her unpleasant breath.
That makes up for the bad breath thing.
balances out bad breath
_Item, She doth talk in her sleep._
Item: She talks while she's sleeping.
Another thing: She talks in her sleep.
talks in her sleep
It’s no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk.
That doesn't matter as long as she doesn't fall asleep while she's talking.
Who cares, as long as she doesn't fall asleep mid-conversation.
ok if she doesn't sleep while talking
_Item, She is slow in words._
Item: She's slow to speak.
Another one: She doesn't talk much.
doesn't talk much
O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a
woman’s only virtue. I pray thee, out with’t, and place it for her
chief virtue.
You scoundrel for listing this as a flaw! Being quiet is a woman's only virtue. Please remove it from the vices and put it down as her main virtue instead.
You idiot! Being quiet is the only good thing about women. Get it off the vices list and put it as her best quality instead.
quiet is woman's only virtue! move it to top!
_Item, She is proud._
Item: She's arrogant.
Another thing: She's proud.
she's proud
Out with that too; it was Eve’s legacy and cannot be ta’en from her.
Remove that one as well; pride is Eve's legacy and can't be taken away from her.
Take that off too—pride is something all women inherited from Eve and you can't take it away.
eve's legacy, can't remove it
_Item, She hath no teeth._
Item: She has no teeth.
Another point: She's got no teeth.
no teeth
I care not for that neither, because I love crusts.
I don't care about that either, because I love hard bread crusts.
I don't care about that—I like eating crusty bread anyway.
don't care, i love crusts
_Item, She is curst._
Item: She's ill-tempered.
Another thing: She's got a bad temper.
she's ill-tempered
Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite.
Well, the good thing is she has no teeth to bite with.
At least the good news is she can't bite anyone.
can't bite without teeth
_Item, She will often praise her liquor._
Item: She will often compliment her drink.
Another one: She really praises her liquor.
praises her drink a lot
If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will, for good
things should be praised.
If her liquor is good quality, she should praise it; if she won't, I will, because good things deserve praise.
If the drink is good, she should say so; if she doesn't, I will, because good stuff deserves compliments.
if it's good, praise it
_Item, She is too liberal._
Item: She's too generous.
Another thing: She gives away too much.
too generous
Of her tongue she cannot, for that’s writ down she is slow of; of her
purse she shall not, for that I’ll keep shut. Now, of another thing she
may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed.
She can't be too generous with her words, since we've already written down that she's quiet; she won't be too generous with money because I'll control the purse. As for anything else, well, I can't control that. Continue.
She can't be too generous with words—we already said she's quiet. She won't be with money either—I'm handling that. But there might be other things, and I can't help that. Keep reading.
can't with words (quiet), won't with money (i control)
_Item, She hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and
more wealth than faults._
Item: She has more hair than intelligence, more flaws than hairs, and more wealth than flaws.
One more: She's got more hair than brains, more flaws than hairs, and more money than flaws.
more hair than brains, more flaws than hairs, more money than flaws
Stop there; I’ll have her. She was mine and not mine twice or thrice in
that last article. Rehearse that once more.
Stop right there—I'll marry her. I kept going back and forth about that last part. Say it again.
Hold on—I want her. I was torn about that last point a couple times. Read it again.
i'll have her, say that again
_Item, She hath more hair than wit_—
Item: She has more hair than intelligence—
She's got more hair than brains—
more hair than brains
More hair than wit. It may be; I’ll prove it: the cover of the salt
hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that
covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less.
What’s next?
More hair than intelligence—it might be true. I'll prove it: the salt-shaker's cover hides the salt inside, so the cover is bigger than the salt. Similarly, the hair covering the intelligence is more than the intelligence itself, because the larger always hides the smaller. What's next?
More hair than brains. That could be true. Look, the top of a salt shaker covers the salt and is bigger than it, right? Same thing—the hair covering her brains would be more than the brains, because the bigger thing hides the smaller. What's the next one?
hair hides wit like lid hides salt, so hair > wit
_And more faults than hairs._
And more flaws than hairs.
And more flaws than strands of hair.
way more problems than hairs on her head
That’s monstrous! O, that that were out!
That's horrible! I wish that part weren't true!
That's crazy! I wish that wasn't the case!
that's insane, wish it wasn't true
_And more wealth than faults._
And more money than flaws.
And more wealth than problems.
has cash to spare
Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I’ll have her; an if it
be a match, as nothing is impossible—
Well, having wealth makes those flaws seem acceptable. I'll marry her; if it's meant to be, nothing is impossible—
That money makes the flaws look okay. Fine, I'll marry her; if it's supposed to happen, anything is possible—
money makes flaws ok, i'll have her
What then?
What then?
what then?
what then?
Why, then will I tell thee that thy master stays for thee at the North
Gate.
Then I'll tell you that your master is waiting for you at the North Gate.
Then let me tell you your boss is waiting for you at the North Gate.
your master's waiting at north gate
For me?
For me?
for me?
for me?
For thee? Ay, who art thou? He hath stayed for a better man than thee.
For you? Yes, who are you? He's been waiting for someone better than you.
For you? Yeah, who do you think you are? He's been waiting for someone way better.
for you? he could do better
And must I go to him?
So I have to go to him?
I'm really expected to head over there?
i gotta go?
Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will
scarce serve the turn.
You need to run to him, because you've waited so long that walking won't be fast enough.
You better run, not walk—you're already so late that regular walking won't cut it.
run don't walk, you're late
Why didst not tell me sooner? Pox of your love letters!
Why didn't you tell me earlier? A curse on your love letters!
Why didn't you tell me sooner? Your stupid love letters!
why didn't you tell me! curse your letters
Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that
will thrust himself into secrets. I’ll after, to rejoice in the boy’s
correction.
Now he'll be beaten for reading my letter—an impolite servant who forces his way into private matters. I'll follow to enjoy watching the boy get punished.
He's gonna get beaten for reading my letter; that rude guy who sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. I'm gonna go watch him get beat.
he'll get beat for reading my letter, i'll watch
The Reckoning
This is the scene where Proteus's betrayal turns from private scheming into action: he sells out his best friend to the Duke while claiming loyalty. The Duke's trap is delicious comedy. He pretends to need love advice, and Valentine eagerly explains how to win a guarded lady with a rope ladder, the very ladder he is hiding under his own cloak. Then the comedy turns: Valentine's lament that banishment from Silvia is banishment from himself is the play's most heartfelt poetry. Notice how smoothly Proteus plays the loyal friend, urging hope and offering to carry letters he plans to exploit. Lance's opening remark, that his master is 'a kind of a knave', says what the audience already knows.
If this happened today…
You tell your closest friend you're sneaking out of the city tonight with your girlfriend, whose dad can't stand you. Your friend quietly tips off her dad. The next day her dad corners you, all smiles, asking for tips on getting past a strict parent, and you walk him through your own plan step by step until he pulls the printed itinerary out of your jacket. You're thrown out. Then your friend shows up with a hug, a ride to the station and a promise to pass on your messages.