Speeches (Lines) for Valentine
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(stage directions). [Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS] Valentine. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
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Proteus. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
Valentine. And on a love-book pray for my success? |
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Proteus. Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. Valentine. That's on some shallow story of deep love:
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Proteus. That's a deep story of a deeper love:
Valentine. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
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Proteus. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Valentine. No, I will not, for it boots thee not. |
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Proteus. What? Valentine. To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
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Proteus. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. Valentine. So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. |
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Proteus. 'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love. Valentine. Love is your master, for he masters you:
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Proteus. Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
Valentine. And writers say, as the most forward bud
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Proteus. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Valentine. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
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Proteus. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Valentine. As much to you at home! and so, farewell. |
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Speed. Sir, your glove. Valentine. Not mine; my gloves are on. |
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Speed. Why, then, this may be yours, for this is but one. Valentine. Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:
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Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia! Valentine. How now, sirrah? |
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Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Valentine. Why, sir, who bade you call her? |
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Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Valentine. Well, you'll still be too forward. |
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Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too slow. Valentine. Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? |
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Speed. She that your worship loves? Valentine. Why, how know you that I am in love? |
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Speed. Marry, by these special marks: first, you have
Valentine. Are all these things perceived in me? |
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Speed. They are all perceived without ye. Valentine. Without me? they cannot. |
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Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain, for, without you
Valentine. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? |
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Speed. She that you gaze on so as she sits at supper? Valentine. Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean. |
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Speed. Why, sir, I know her not. Valentine. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet
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Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir? Valentine. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured. |
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Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Valentine. What dost thou know? |
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Speed. That she is not so fair as, of you, well-favoured. Valentine. I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite. |
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Speed. That's because the one is painted and the other out
Valentine. How painted? and how out of count? |
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Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, that no
Valentine. How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. |
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Speed. You never saw her since she was deformed. Valentine. How long hath she been deformed? |
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Speed. Ever since you loved her. Valentine. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I
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Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Valentine. Why? |
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Speed. Because Love is blind. O, that you had mine eyes;
Valentine. What should I see then? |
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Speed. Your own present folly and her passing deformity:
Valentine. Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last
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Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed: I thank you,
Valentine. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. |
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Speed. I would you were set, so your affection would cease. Valentine. Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
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Speed. And have you? Valentine. I have. |
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Speed. Are they not lamely writ? Valentine. No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace!
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(stage directions). [Enter SILVIA] Valentine. Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. |
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Speed. [Aside] He should give her interest and she gives it him. Valentine. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
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Silvia. I thank you gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done. Valentine. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
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Silvia. Perchance you think too much of so much pains? Valentine. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write
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Speed. [Aside] And yet you will; and yet another 'yet.' Valentine. What means your ladyship? do you not like it? |
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Silvia. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;
Valentine. Madam, they are for you. |
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Silvia. Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request;
Valentine. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. |
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Silvia. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over,
Valentine. If it please me, madam, what then? |
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Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? |
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Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason. Valentine. To do what? |
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Speed. To be a spokesman for Madam Silvia. Valentine. To whom? |
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Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a figure. Valentine. What figure? |
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Speed. By a letter, I should say. Valentine. Why, she hath not writ to me? |
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Speed. What need she, when she hath made you write to
Valentine. No, believe me. |
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Speed. No believing you, indeed, sir. But did you perceive
Valentine. She gave me none, except an angry word. |
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Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Valentine. That's the letter I writ to her friend. |
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Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and there an end. Valentine. I would it were no worse. |
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Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well:
Valentine. I have dined. |
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Silvia. Servant! Valentine. Mistress? |
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Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you. Valentine. Ay, boy, it's for love. |
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Speed. Not of you. Valentine. Of my mistress, then. |
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Silvia. Servant, you are sad. Valentine. Indeed, madam, I seem so. |
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Thurio. Seem you that you are not? Valentine. Haply I do. |
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Thurio. So do counterfeits. Valentine. So do you. |
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Thurio. What seem I that I am not? Valentine. Wise. |
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Thurio. What instance of the contrary? Valentine. Your folly. |
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Thurio. And how quote you my folly? Valentine. I quote it in your jerkin. |
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Thurio. My jerkin is a doublet. Valentine. Well, then, I'll double your folly. |
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Silvia. What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour? Valentine. Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. |
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Thurio. That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live
Valentine. You have said, sir. |
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Thurio. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. Valentine. I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. |
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Silvia. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. Valentine. 'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. |
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Silvia. Who is that, servant? Valentine. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir
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Thurio. Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall
Valentine. I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words,
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Duke of Milan. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
Valentine. My lord, I will be thankful.
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Duke of Milan. Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman? Valentine. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
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Duke of Milan. Hath he not a son? Valentine. Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves
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Duke of Milan. You know him well? Valentine. I know him as myself; for from our infancy
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Duke of Milan. Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
Valentine. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. |
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(stage directions). [Exit] Valentine. This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
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Silvia. Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
Valentine. Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still. |
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Silvia. Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind
Valentine. Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. |
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Thurio. They say that Love hath not an eye at all. Valentine. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
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(stage directions). [Enter PROTEUS] Valentine. Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you,
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Silvia. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
Valentine. Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
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Proteus. Not so, sweet lady: but too mean a servant
Valentine. Leave off discourse of disability:
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(stage directions). [Exeunt SILVIA and THURIO] Valentine. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? |
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Proteus. Your friends are well and have them much commended. Valentine. And how do yours? |
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Proteus. I left them all in health. Valentine. How does your lady? and how thrives your love? |
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Proteus. My tales of love were wont to weary you;
Valentine. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now:
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Proteus. Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
Valentine. Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? |
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Proteus. No; but she is an earthly paragon. Valentine. Call her divine. |
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Proteus. I will not flatter her. Valentine. O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. |
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Proteus. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
Valentine. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
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Proteus. Except my mistress. Valentine. Sweet, except not any;
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Proteus. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Valentine. And I will help thee to prefer her too:
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Proteus. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? Valentine. Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing
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Proteus. Then let her alone. Valentine. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own,
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Proteus. But she loves you? Valentine. Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our,
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Proteus. Go on before; I shall inquire you forth:
Valentine. Will you make haste? |
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Duke of Milan. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Valentine. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
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Duke of Milan. Be they of much import? Valentine. The tenor of them doth but signify
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Duke of Milan. Nay then, no matter; stay with me awhile;
Valentine. I know it well, my Lord; and, sure, the match
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Duke of Milan. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,
Valentine. What would your Grace have me to do in this? |
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Duke of Milan. There is a lady in Verona here
Valentine. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:
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Duke of Milan. But she did scorn a present that I sent her. Valentine. A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
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Duke of Milan. But she I mean is promised by her friends
Valentine. Why, then, I would resort to her by night. |
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Duke of Milan. Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe,
Valentine. What lets but one may enter at her window? |
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Duke of Milan. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
Valentine. Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords,
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Duke of Milan. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Valentine. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. |
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Duke of Milan. This very night; for Love is like a child,
Valentine. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. |
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Duke of Milan. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone:
Valentine. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
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Duke of Milan. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? Valentine. Ay, my good lord. |
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Duke of Milan. Then let me see thy cloak:
Valentine. Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. |
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(stage directions). [Exit] Valentine. And why not death rather than living torment?
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Proteus. Valentine? Valentine. No. |
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Proteus. Who then? his spirit? Valentine. Neither. |
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Proteus. What then? Valentine. Nothing. |
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Proteus. Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word. Valentine. My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,
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Proteus. Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
Valentine. Is Silvia dead? |
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Proteus. No, Valentine. Valentine. No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.
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Proteus. No, Valentine. Valentine. No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.
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Proteus. That thou art banished—O, that's the news!—
Valentine. O, I have fed upon this woe already,
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Proteus. Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom—
Valentine. No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
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Proteus. Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
Valentine. I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
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Proteus. Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. Valentine. O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine! |
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Speed. Sir, we are undone; these are the villains
Valentine. My friends,— |
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Third Outlaw. Ay, by my beard, will we, for he's a proper man. Valentine. Then know that I have little wealth to lose:
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Second Outlaw. Whither travel you? Valentine. To Verona. |
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First Outlaw. Whence came you? Valentine. From Milan. |
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Third Outlaw. Have you long sojourned there? Valentine. Some sixteen months, and longer might have stay'd,
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First Outlaw. What, were you banish'd thence? Valentine. I was. |
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Second Outlaw. For what offence? Valentine. For that which now torments me to rehearse:
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First Outlaw. Why, ne'er repent it, if it were done so.
Valentine. I was, and held me glad of such a doom. |
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Second Outlaw. Have you the tongues? Valentine. My youthful travel therein made me happy,
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Speed. Master, be one of them; it's an honourable kind of thievery. Valentine. Peace, villain! |
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Second Outlaw. Tell us this: have you any thing to take to? Valentine. Nothing but my fortune. |
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Second Outlaw. Thou shalt not live to brag what we have offer'd. Valentine. I take your offer and will live with you,
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(stage directions). [Enter VALENTINE] Valentine. How use doth breed a habit in a man!
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Proteus. Madam, this service I have done for you,
Valentine. [Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear!
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Proteus. I'll force thee yield to my desire. Valentine. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
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Proteus. Valentine! Valentine. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love,
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Proteus. My shame and guilt confounds me.
Valentine. Then I am paid;
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Proteus. Look to the boy. Valentine. Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter?
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Proteus. Than men their minds! 'tis true.
Valentine. Come, come, a hand from either:
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Outlaws. A prize, a prize, a prize! Valentine. Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
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Thurio. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. Valentine. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
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Duke of Milan. The more degenerate and base art thou,
Valentine. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
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Duke of Milan. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Valentine. These banish'd men that I have kept withal
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Duke of Milan. Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them and thee:
Valentine. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
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Duke of Milan. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes. Valentine. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. |
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Duke of Milan. What mean you by that saying? Valentine. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
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