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This is the very false gallop of verses.

      — As You Like It, Act III Scene 2

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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

12

Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest
Some rare note-worthy 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.

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

26

'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
And yet you never swum the Hellespont.

4

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.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

44

Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

6

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.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

58

Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
To Milan let me hear from thee by letters
Of thy success in love, and what news else
Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And likewise will visit thee with mine.

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

63

All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!

9

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.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

103

Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

125

Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she?

12

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.

13

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.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

151

But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

154

Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

165

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

17

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.

18

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!

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

234

Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

20

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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