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Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

2

Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin.

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Valentine

31

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth
With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

3

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.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

75

But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

88

It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another.

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

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.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

97

But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia?

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

110

But what said she?

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

121

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

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

123

Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

11

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.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

151

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

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

160

As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

163

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

15

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.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

179

His little speaking shows his love but small.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

188

Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.
He would have given it you; but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it: pardon the
fault I pray.

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

250

Nay, now you are too flat
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

19

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.

20

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.