Page 1935 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee? [Exit]
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. [160]
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, [165]
By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
Be gone: I will not hear thy vain excuse,
But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.

VALENT INE

And why not death, rather than living torment? [170]
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? [175]
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, [180]
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: [185]
Tarry I here, I but attend on death;
But fly I hence, I fly away from life.

Enter Proteus and Launce.

PROT EUS

Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.