Speeches (Lines) for Silvia
in "Two Gentlemen of Verona"

Total: 58

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1

II,1,492

Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand.

2

II,1,498

I thank you gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done.

3

II,1,502

Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

4

II,1,505

A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
And yet I will not name it; and yet I care not;
And yet take this again; and yet I thank you,
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more.

5

II,1,511

Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;
But since unwillingly, take them again.
Nay, take them.

6

II,1,515

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.

7

II,1,519

And when it's writ, for my sake read it over,
And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

8

II,1,522

Why, if it please you, take it for your labour:
And so, good morrow, servant.

9

II,4,654

Servant!

10

II,4,662

Servant, you are sad.

11

II,4,677

What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour?

12

II,4,684

A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off.

13

II,4,686

Who is that, servant?

14

II,4,696

No more, gentlemen, no more:—here comes my father.

15

II,4,741

Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
Upon some other pawn for fealty.

16

II,4,744

Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind
How could he see his way to seek out you?

17

II,4,750

Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman.

18

II,4,755

His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from.

19

II,4,759

Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

20

II,4,765

And duty never yet did want his meed:
Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.

21

II,4,768

That you are welcome?

22

II,4,772

I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome:
I'll leave you to confer of home affairs;
When you have done, we look to hear from you.

23

IV,2,1719

I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
Who is that that spake?

24

IV,2,1723

Sir Proteus, as I take it.

25

IV,2,1725

What's your will?

26

IV,2,1727

You have your wish; my will is even this:
That presently you hie you home to bed.
Thou subtle, perjured, false, disloyal man!
Think'st thou I am so shallow, so conceitless,
To be seduced by thy flattery,
That hast deceived so many with thy vows?
Return, return, and make thy love amends.
For me, by this pale queen of night I swear,
I am so far from granting thy request
That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit,
And by and by intend to chide myself
Even for this time I spend in talking to thee.

27

IV,2,1743

Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives; to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betroth'd: and art thou not ashamed
To wrong him with thy importunacy?

28

IV,2,1748

And so suppose am I; for in his grave
Assure thyself my love is buried.

29

IV,2,1751

Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence,
Or, at the least, in hers sepulchre thine.

30

IV,2,1764

I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
But since your falsehood shall become you well
To worship shadows and adore false shapes,
Send to me in the morning and I'll send it:
And so, good rest.

31

IV,3,1786

Who calls?

32

IV,3,1789

Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow.

33

IV,3,1794

O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman—
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not—
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplish'd:
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banish'd Valentine,
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast loved; and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode;
And, for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence,
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues.
I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company and go with me:
If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

34

IV,3,1826

This evening coming.

35

IV,3,1828

At Friar Patrick's cell,
Where I intend holy confession.

36

IV,3,1831

Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour.

37

IV,4,1950

What would you with her, if that I be she?

38

IV,4,1953

From whom?

39

IV,4,1955

O, he sends you for a picture.

40

IV,4,1957

Ursula, bring my picture here.
Go give your master this: tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.

41

IV,4,1965

I pray thee, let me look on that again.

42

IV,4,1967

There, hold!
I will not look upon your master's lines:
I know they are stuff'd with protestations
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.

43

IV,4,1973

The more shame for him that he sends it me;
For I have heard him say a thousand times
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profaned the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

44

IV,4,1979

What say'st thou?

45

IV,4,1982

Dost thou know her?

46

IV,4,1986

Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.

47

IV,4,1988

Is she not passing fair?

48

IV,4,1997

How tall was she?

49

IV,4,2013

She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!
I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lovest her.
Farewell.

50

V,1,2058

Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall:
I fear I am attended by some spies.

51

V,3,2134

A thousand more mischances than this one
Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

52

V,3,2146

O Valentine, this I endure for thee!

53

V,4,2177

O miserable, unhappy that I am!

54

V,4,2180

By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy.

55

V,4,2182

Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
O, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine,
Whose life's as tender to me as my soul!
And full as much, for more there cannot be,
I do detest false perjured Proteus.
Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.

56

V,4,2194

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!

57

V,4,2205

All men but Proteus.

58

V,4,2210

O heaven!

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