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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

101

Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.

2

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Speed

107

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

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

239

It is too heavy for so light a tune.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

248

No, madam; it is too sharp.

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Julia

249

You, minion, are too saucy.

6

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.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

298

Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Valentine

411

Well, you'll still be too forward.

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

412

And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Silvia

502

Perchance you think too much of so much pains?

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Thurio

682

Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Silvia

759

Too low a mistress for so high a servant.

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Proteus

760

Not so, sweet lady: but too mean a servant
To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Valentine

816

And I will help thee to prefer her too:
She shall be dignified with this high honour—
To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth
Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss
And, of so great a favour growing proud,
Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower
And make rough winter everlastingly.

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Proteus

852

I will.
[Exit VALENTINE]
Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine, or Valentine's praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
She is fair; and so is Julia that I love—
That I did love, for now my love is thaw'd;
Which, like a waxen image, 'gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
And that I love him not as I was wont.
O, but I love his lady too too much,
And that's the reason I love him so little.
How shall I dote on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her!
'Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
If I can cheque my erring love, I will;
If not, to compass her I'll use my skill.

16

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 5]

Launce

904

Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean,
and my staff understands me.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Duke of Milan

1206

How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.
What letter is this same? What's here? 'To Silvia'!
And here an engine fit for my proceeding.
I'll be so bold to break the seal for once.
[Reads]
'My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly,
And slaves they are to me that send them flying:
O, could their master come and go as lightly,
Himself would lodge where senseless they are lying!
My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them:
While I, their king, that hither them importune,
Do curse the grace that with such grace hath bless'd them,
Because myself do want my servants' fortune:
I curse myself, for they are sent by me,
That they should harbour where their lord would be.'
What's here?
'Silvia, this night I will enfranchise thee.'
'Tis so; and here's the ladder for the purpose.
Why, Phaeton,—for thou art Merops' son,—
Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car
And with thy daring folly burn the world?
Wilt thou reach stars, because they shine on thee?
Go, base intruder! overweening slave!
Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,
And think my patience, more than thy desert,
Is privilege for thy departure hence:
Thank me for this more than for all the favours
Which all too much I have bestow'd on thee.
But if thou linger in my territories
Longer than swiftest expedition
Will give thee time to leave our royal court,
By heaven! my wrath shall far exceed the love
I ever bore my daughter or thyself.
Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse;
But, as thou lovest thy life, make speed from hence.

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1405

Out with that too; it was Eve's legacy, and cannot
be ta'en from her.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Speed

1414

'Item: She is too liberal.'

20

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[IV, 2]

Proteus

1631

Already have I been false to Valentine
And now I must be as unjust to Thurio.
Under the colour of commending him,
I have access my own love to prefer:
But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy,
To be corrupted with my worthless gifts.
When I protest true loyalty to her,
She twits me with my falsehood to my friend;
When to her beauty I commend my vows,
She bids me think how I have been forsworn
In breaking faith with Julia whom I loved:
And notwithstanding all her sudden quips,
The least whereof would quell a lover's hope,
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
But here comes Thurio: now must we to her window,
And give some evening music to her ear.