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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

165

Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us!

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Proteus

360

There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
How happily he lives, how well beloved
And daily graced by the emperor;
Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Proteus

376

My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Valentine

702

My lord, I will be thankful.
To any happy messenger from thence.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Valentine

705

Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
To be of worth and worthy estimation
And not without desert so well reputed.

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Valentine

709

Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves
The honour and regard of such a father.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Thurio

771

Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Valentine

785

Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now:
I have done penance for contemning Love,
Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans,
With nightly tears and daily heart-sore sighs;
For in revenge of my contempt of love,
Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes
And made them watchers of mine own heart's sorrow.
O gentle Proteus, Love's a mighty lord,
And hath so humbled me, as, I confess,
There is no woe to his correction,
Nor to his service no such joy on earth.
Now no discourse, except it be of love;
Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep,
Upon the very naked name of love.

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 7]

Julia

1025

That fits as well as 'Tell me, good my lord,
What compass will you wear your farthingale?'
Why even what fashion thou best likest, Lucetta.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Proteus

1072

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.

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Proteus

1106

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.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Proteus

1118

Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming.

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Valentine

1133

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?

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Valentine

1199

It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
Under a cloak that is of any length.

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Valentine

1202

Ay, my good lord.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Valentine

1205

Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Duke of Milan

1206

How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
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.
[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 hither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord would be.'
What's here?
'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaeton,—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 bestow'd 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.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Proteus

1465

Gone, my good lord.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Proteus

1467

A little time, my lord, will kill that grief.

20

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Proteus

1476

I do, my lord.