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My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act V Scene 1

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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

20

And on a love-book pray for my success?

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

24

That's a deep story of a deeper love:
For he was more than over shoes in love.

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

31

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 vanquished.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

41

Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

47

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 turn'd 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 shipp'd.

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

78

Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
An if the shepherd be a while away.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

80

You conclude that my master is a shepherd, then,
and I a sheep?

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

84

A silly answer and fitting well a sheep.

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

85

This proves me still a sheep.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

86

True; and thy master a shepherd.

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

87

Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

92

The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the
shepherd for food follows not the sheep: thou for
wages followest thy master; thy master for wages
follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

98

Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

101

Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

104

Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for
carrying your letter.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

107

From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
your lover.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

123

Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

131

Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no,
not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter:
and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I
fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your
mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as
hard as steel.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

142

Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore.
[Exit SPEED]
I must go send some better messenger:
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.

20

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

160

As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

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