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Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,
Go to; away!
train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which –
the story of my life,
I'll deliver all;
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
my dukedom got,
bands With the help of your good hands: Gentle breath of yours my
from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Duke of Milan.
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio. ANTONIO.
SILVIA, daughter to the Duke. SPEED, servant to Valentine.
JULIA. LAUNCE, servant to Proteus.
LUCETTA, her waiting-woman.
Servants, Musicians. SCENE In Verona; in Milan; and in a forest near Milan,
Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS.
Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply see'st
Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love;
Leander cross'd the Hellespont.
Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
Pro. Over the boots! nay, give me not the boots.
Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
Pro. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
And writers say, as the most forward bud