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Zusatztext “A remarkable edition! one that makes Shakespeare’s extraordinary accomplishment more vivid than ever.”—James Shapiro! professor! Columbia University! bestselling author of A Year in the Life of Shakespeare: 1599 “A feast of literary and historical information.” —The Wall Street Journal Informationen zum Autor William Shakespeare (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright. Klappentext THE NEWLY REVISED SIGNET CLASSIC SHAKESPEARE SERIES Mostly set in Milan, this comedy is the story of two newly-arrived Veronese friends, Valentine and Proteus. Both vie for the Duke's daughter's hand, with lots of laughter ensuing. Leseprobe Chapter 1 Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1 Enter Valentine [and] Proteus VALENTINE Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus: Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honoured love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than - living dully sluggardized at home - Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin. PROTEUS Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu. Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply see'st Some rare noteworthy object in thy travel. Wish me partaker in thy happiness When thou dost meet good hap: and in thy danger - If ever danger do environ thee - Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine. VALENTINE And on a love-book pray for my success? PROTEUS Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. VALENTINE That's on some shallow story of deep love: How young Leander crossed the Hellespont. PROTEUS That's a deep story, of a deeper love, For he was more than over-shoes in love. VALENTINE 'Tis true: for you are over-boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. PROTEUS Over the boots? Nay, give me not the boots. VALENTINE No, I will not, for it boots thee not. PROTEUS What? VALENTINE To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans: Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth, With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights; If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain, If lost, why then a grievous labour won; However, but a folly bought with wit, Or else a wit by folly vanquishèd. PROTEUS So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. VALENTINE So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. PROTEUS 'Tis Love you cavil at: I am not Love. VALENTINE Love is your master, for he masters you: And he that is so yokèd by a fool, Methinks should not be chronicled for wise. PROTEUS Yet writers say: as in the sweetest bud The eating canker dwells, so eating love Inhabits in the finest wits of all. VALENTINE And writers say: as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love, the young and tender wit Is turned to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure, even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee That art a votary to fond desire? Once more, adieu. My father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipped. PROTEUS And thither...
