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Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Valentine |
2 |
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 honour'd 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 lovest, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.
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2 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Speed |
76 |
Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,
And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.
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3 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Speed |
116 |
Now you have taken the pains to set it together,
take it for your pains.
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4 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Proteus |
118 |
No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter.
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5 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Proteus |
123 |
Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.
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6 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1] |
Speed |
138 |
No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To
testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned
me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your
letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.
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7 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Lucetta |
173 |
I have no other, but a woman's reason;
I think him so because I think him so.
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8 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Julia |
175 |
And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?
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9 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Lucetta |
188 |
Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.
He would have given it you; but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it: pardon the
fault I pray.
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10 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Julia |
202 |
And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter:
It were a shame to call her back again
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
What a fool is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view!
Since maids, in modesty, say 'no' to that
Which they would have the profferer construe 'ay.'
Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love
That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse
And presently all humbled kiss the rod!
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back
And ask remission for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta!
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11 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Lucetta |
232 |
Madam, it will not lie where it concerns
Unless it have a false interpeter.
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12 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Julia |
263 |
Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!
Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey
And kill the bees that yield it with your stings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.
Look, here is writ 'kind Julia.' Unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,
I throw thy name against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus.'
Poor wounded name! my bosom as a bed
Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice or thrice was 'Proteus' written down.
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away
Till I have found each letter in the letter,
Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged fearful-hanging rock
And throw it thence into the raging sea!
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,
'Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the sweet Julia:' that I'll tear away.
And yet I will not, sith so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names.
Thus will I fold them one on another:
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
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13 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2] |
Julia |
297 |
I see you have a month's mind to them.
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14 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3] |
Antonio |
320 |
Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have consider'd well his loss of time
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry achieved
And perfected by the swift course of time.
Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?
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15 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3] |
Antonio |
367 |
My will is something sorted with his wish.
Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will, and there an end.
I am resolved that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentinus in the emperor's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.
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16 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3] |
Proteus |
383 |
Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
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17 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1] |
Speed |
416 |
Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,
like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a
robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had
the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had
lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had
buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes
diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to
speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were
wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you
walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you
fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you
looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you
are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look
on you, I can hardly think you my master.
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18 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1] |
Valentine |
461 |
I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I
see her beautiful.
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19 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1] |
Speed |
465 |
Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;
or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to
have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going
ungartered!
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20 |
Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1] |
Speed |
482 |
And have you?
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