The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Signet Classic Shakespeare)

The Two Gentlemen of Verona (Signet Classic Shakespeare)

William Shakespeare

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0451530632

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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Mostly set in Milan, this comedy is the story of two newly-arrived Veronese friends, Valentine and Proteus. Both vie for the Duke's daughter's hand, with lots of laughter ensuing.

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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. Exit VALENTINE And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish’d from myself; And Silvia is

for my labour. PROTEUS Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons. SPEED If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her. PROTEUS Nay: in that you are astray, ‘twere best pound you. SPEED Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter. PROTEUS You mistake; I mean the pound,--a pinfold. SPEED From a pound to a pin? fold it over and over, ‘Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. PROTEUS But what said she? SPEED [First

part: Madam, ‘twas Ariadne passioning For Theseus’ perjury and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly; and would I might be dead If I in thought felt not her very sorrow! SILVIA She is beholding to thee, gentle youth. Alas, poor lady, desolate and left! I weep myself to think upon thy words. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this For thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lovest her. Farewell. Exit SILVIA, with

possession of her with a touch: I dare thee but to breathe upon my love. THURIO Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not: I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. DUKE The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress’ love: Know

possession of her with a touch: I dare thee but to breathe upon my love. THURIO Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; I hold him but a fool that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not: I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. DUKE The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress’ love: Know

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