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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

38

So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

39

So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove.

3

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.

4

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.

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]

Valentine

64

As much to you at home! and so, farewell.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

130

Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her?

8

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.

9

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.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

153

Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

163

Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

173

I have no other, but a woman's reason;
I think him so because I think him so.

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

225

What is't that you took up so gingerly?

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

239

It is too heavy for so light a tune.

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

243

I cannot reach so high.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

245

Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
And yet methinks I do not like this tune.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

260

She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased
To be so anger'd with another letter.

18

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.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Proteus

376

My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

20

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.