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1

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.

2

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.

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

113

You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask
me if she did nod; and I say, 'Ay.'

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

151

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

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

185

'To Julia.' Say, from whom?

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

187

Say, say, who gave it thee?

7

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!

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

298

Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

540

By a letter, I should say.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Duke of Milan

698

Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:
What say you to a letter from your friends
Of much good news?

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Thurio

747

They say that Love hath not an eye at all.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 5]

Launce

880

Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not
welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never
undone till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a
place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess
say 'Welcome!'

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 5]

Launce

909

Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will! if he say no,
it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Duke of Milan

1138

No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty,
Neither regarding that she is my child
Nor fearing me as if I were her father;
And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty,
I now am full resolved to take a wife
And turn her out to who will take her in:
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower;
For me and my possessions she esteems not.

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Valentine

1163

A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
Send her another; never give her o'er;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say;
For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away!'
Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Proteus

1278

Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1378

That's as much as to say, Can she so?

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1389

That's as much as to say, bastard virtues; that,
indeed, know not their fathers and therefore have no names.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Proteus

1498

You have prevail'd, my lord; if I can do it
By ought that I can speak in his dispraise,
She shall not long continue love to him.
But say this weed her love from Valentine,
It follows not that she will love Sir Thurio.

20

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 2]

Proteus

1525

Say that upon the altar of her beauty
You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart:
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears
Moist it again, and frame some feeling line
That may discover such integrity:
For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.
After your dire-lamenting elegies,
Visit by night your lady's chamber-window
With some sweet concert; to their instruments
Tune a deploring dump: the night's dead silence
Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance.
This, or else nothing, will inherit her.