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1

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.

2

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.

3

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.

4

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.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

80

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

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

115

And that set together is noddy.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

128

Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she?

8

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?

9

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!

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

229

And is that paper nothing?

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

239

It is too heavy for so light a tune.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

248

No, madam; it is too sharp.

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

253

The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

255

This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation!
[Tears the letter]
Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.

15

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.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

290

Madam,
Dinner is ready, and your father stays.

17

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?

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Panthino

328

I think your lordship is not ignorant
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Proteus

349

Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
O, that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To seal our happiness with their consents!
O heavenly Julia!

20

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.