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1

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 1]

Proteus

24

That's a deep story of a deeper love:
For he was more than over shoes in love.

2

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.

3

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 2]

Lucetta

295

Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:
Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.

4

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Antonio

303

Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

5

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[I, 3]

Panthino

307

He wonder'd that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men, of slender reputation,
Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some to discover islands far away;
Some to the studious universities.
For any or for all these exercises,
He said that Proteus your son was meet,
And did request me to importune you
To let him spend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

6

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

412

And yet I was last chidden for being too slow.

7

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

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.

8

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

458

You never saw her since she was deformed.

9

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

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.

10

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Valentine

494

As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
Unto the secret nameless friend of yours;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in
But for my duty to your ladyship.

11

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

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?

12

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 1]

Speed

534

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

13

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 3]

Panthino

648

Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.

14

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Proteus

800

Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
Was this the idol that you worship so?

15

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[II, 4]

Proteus

807

When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
And I must minister the like to you.

16

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.

17

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Proteus

1296

Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom—
Which, unreversed, stands in effectual force—
A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:
Those at her father's churlish feet she tender'd;
With them, upon her knees, her humble self;
Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became them
As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,
Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears,
Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;
But Valentine, if he be ta'en, must die.
Besides, her intercession chafed him so,
When she for thy repeal was suppliant,
That to close prison he commanded her,
With many bitter threats of biding there.

18

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1368

O illiterate loiterer! it was the son of thy
grandmother: this proves that thou canst not read.

19

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1405

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

20

Two Gentlemen of Verona
[III, 1]

Launce

1421

Stop there; I'll have her: she was mine, and not
mine, twice or thrice in that last article.
Rehearse that once more.