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Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree topsù
Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb...

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act II Scene 2

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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

434

Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you
were so simple, none else would: but you are so
without these follies, that these follies are within
you and shine through you like the water in an
urinal, that not an eye that sees you but is a
physician to comment on your malady.

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Silvia

515

Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request;
But I will none of them; they are for you;
I would have had them writ more movingly.

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Valentine

547

She gave me none, except an angry word.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Thurio

1503

Therefore, as you unwind her love from him,
Lest it should ravel and be good to none,
You must provide to bottom it on me;
Which must be done by praising me as much
As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[V, 4]

Silvia

2194

When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou'dst two;
And that's far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!

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