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

Total: 117

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1

I,1,74

Sir Proteus, save you! Saw you my master?

2

I,1,76

Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already,
And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

3

I,1,80

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

4

I,1,83

Why then, my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.

5

I,1,85

This proves me still a sheep.

6

I,1,87

Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.

7

I,1,89

The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the
shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks
not me: therefore I am no sheep.

8

I,1,96

Such another proof will make me cry 'baa.'

9

I,1,98

Ay sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her,
a laced mutton, and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a
lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

10

I,1,102

If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.

11

I,1,104

Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for
carrying your letter.

12

I,1,107

From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over,
'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to
your lover.

13

I,1,111

[First nodding] Ay.

14

I,1,113

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

15

I,1,116

Now you have taken the pains to set it together,
take it for your pains.

16

I,1,119

Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

17

I,1,121

Marry, sir, the letter, very orderly; having nothing
but the word 'noddy' for my pains.

18

I,1,124

And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

19

I,1,126

Open your purse, that the money and the matter may
be both at once delivered.

20

I,1,129

Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

21

I,1,131

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.

22

I,1,138

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.

23

II,1,400

Sir, your glove.

24

II,1,402

Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one.

25

II,1,406

Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia!

26

II,1,408

She is not within hearing, sir.

27

II,1,410

Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.

28

II,1,412

And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

29

II,1,414

She that your worship loves?

30

II,1,416

Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreathe your arms,
like a malecontent; to relish a love-song, like a
robin-redbreast; to walk alone, like one that had
the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had
lost his A B C; to weep, like a young wench that had
buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes
diet; to watch like one that fears robbing; to
speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You were
wont, when you laughed, to crow like a cock; when you
walked, to walk like one of the lions; when you
fasted, it was presently after dinner; when you
looked sadly, it was for want of money: and now you
are metamorphosed with a mistress, that, when I look
on you, I can hardly think you my master.

31

II,1,432

They are all perceived without ye.

32

II,1,434

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.

33

II,1,441

She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper?

34

II,1,443

Why, sir, I know her not.

35

II,1,446

Is she not hard-favoured, sir?

36

II,1,448

Sir, I know that well enough.

37

II,1,450

That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured.

38

II,1,452

That's because the one is painted and the other out
of all count.

39

II,1,455

Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no
man counts of her beauty.

40

II,1,458

You never saw her since she was deformed.

41

II,1,460

Ever since you loved her.

42

II,1,463

If you love her, you cannot see her.

43

II,1,465

Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;
or your own eyes had the lights they were wont to
have when you chid at Sir Proteus for going
ungartered!

44

II,1,470

Your own present folly and her passing deformity:
for he, being in love, could not see to garter his
hose, and you, being in love, cannot see to put on your hose.

45

II,1,475

True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you,
you swinged me for my love, which makes me the
bolder to chide you for yours.

46

II,1,479

I would you were set, so your affection would cease.

47

II,1,482

And have you?

48

II,1,484

Are they not lamely writ?

49

II,1,487

[Aside] O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet!
Now will he interpret to her.

50

II,1,491

[Aside] O, give ye good even! here's a million of manners.

51

II,1,493

[Aside] He should give her interest and she gives it him.

52

II,1,509

[Aside] And yet you will; and yet another 'yet.'

53

II,1,525

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple!
My master sues to her, and she hath
taught her suitor,
He being her pupil, to become her tutor.
O excellent device! was there ever heard a better,
That my master, being scribe, to himself should write
the letter?

54

II,1,534

Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.

55

II,1,536

To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia.

56

II,1,538

To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure.

57

II,1,540

By a letter, I should say.

58

II,1,542

What need she, when she hath made you write to
yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jest?

59

II,1,545

No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive
her earnest?

60

II,1,548

Why, she hath given you a letter.

61

II,1,550

And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end.

62

II,1,552

I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
For often have you writ to her, and she, in modesty,
Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply;
Or fearing else some messenger that might her mind discover,
Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her lover.
All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.
Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.

63

II,1,560

Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can
feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my
victuals, and would fain have meat. O, be not like
your mistress; be moved, be moved.

64

II,4,656

Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

65

II,4,658

Not of you.

66

II,4,660

'Twere good you knocked him.

67

II,5,879

Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan!

68

II,5,885

Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you
presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou
shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how
did thy master part with Madam Julia?

69

II,5,891

But shall she marry him?

70

II,5,893

How then? shall he marry her?

71

II,5,895

What, are they broken?

72

II,5,897

Why, then, how stands the matter with them?

73

II,5,900

What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.

74

II,5,903

What thou sayest?

75

II,5,906

It stands under thee, indeed.

76

II,5,908

But tell me true, will't be a match?

77

II,5,911

The conclusion is then that it will.

78

II,5,913

'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest
thou, that my master is become a notable lover?

79

II,5,916

Than how?

80

II,5,918

Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me.

81

II,5,920

I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

82

II,5,925

Why?

83

II,5,928

At thy service.

84

III,1,1355

How now, Signior Launce! what news with your
mastership?

85

III,1,1358

Well, your old vice still; mistake the word. What
news, then, in your paper?

86

III,1,1361

Why, man, how black?

87

III,1,1363

Let me read them.

88

III,1,1365

Thou liest; I can.

89

III,1,1367

Marry, the son of my grandfather.

90

III,1,1370

Come, fool, come; try me in thy paper.

91

III,1,1372

[Reads] 'Imprimis: She can milk.'

92

III,1,1374

'Item: She brews good ale.'

93

III,1,1377

'Item: She can sew.'

94

III,1,1379

'Item: She can knit.'

95

III,1,1382

'Item: She can wash and scour.'

96

III,1,1385

'Item: She can spin.'

97

III,1,1388

'Item: She hath many nameless virtues.'

98

III,1,1391

'Here follow her vices.'

99

III,1,1393

'Item: She is not to be kissed fasting in respect
of her breath.'

100

III,1,1396

'Item: She hath a sweet mouth.'

101

III,1,1398

'Item: She doth talk in her sleep.'

102

III,1,1400

'Item: She is slow in words.'

103

III,1,1404

'Item: She is proud.'

104

III,1,1407

'Item: She hath no teeth.'

105

III,1,1409

'Item: She is curst.'

106

III,1,1411

'Item: She will often praise her liquor.'

107

III,1,1414

'Item: She is too liberal.'

108

III,1,1419

'Item: She hath more hair than wit, and more faults
than hairs, and more wealth than faults.'

109

III,1,1424

'Item: She hath more hair than wit,'—

110

III,1,1430

'And more faults than hairs,'—

111

III,1,1432

'And more wealth than faults.'

112

III,1,1436

What then?

113

III,1,1439

For me?

114

III,1,1442

And must I go to him?

115

III,1,1445

Why didst not tell me sooner? pox of your love letters!

116

IV,1,1558

Sir, we are undone; these are the villains
That all the travellers do fear so much.

117

IV,1,1592

Master, be one of them; it's an honourable kind of thievery.

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