Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act 4

A man I am crossed with adversity;
My riches are these poor habiliments,
Of which, if you should here disfurnish me,
You take the sum and substance that I have.

Have you long sojourned there?

For that which now torments me to rehearse;
I killed a man, whose death I much repent,
But yet I slew him manfully in fight
Without false vantage or base treachery.

Indeed because you are a banished man,
Therefore, above the rest, we parley to you.

Say ay, and be the captain of us all;
We’ll do thee homage and be ruled by thee,
Love thee as our commander and our king.

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.

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.

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.

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.

What is she,
That all our swains commend her?

HOST: I perceive you delight not in music.
JULIA: [as Sebastian] Not a whit when it jars so.

Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend
Survives, to whom, thyself art witness,
I am betrothed.

Go to thy lady’s grave and call hers thence,
Or, at the least, in hers sepulcher thine.

Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber

Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber

Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banished Valentine,
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhorred.

Thyself hast loved, and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vow’dst pure chastity.

And for the ways are dangerous to pass,
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honor I repose.

I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company and go with me;
If not, to hide what I have said to thee,
That I may venture to depart alone.

I give consent to go along with you,
Recking as little what betideth me
As much I wish all good befortune you.

I was sent to deliver him as a present to Mistress Sylvia from my master; and I came no sooner into the dining chamber but he steps me to her trencher and steals her capon’s leg.

If I had not had more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did, I think verily he had been hanged for ’t.

He makes me no more ado but whips me out of the chamber.

I have stood on the pillory for geese he hath killed; otherwise he had suffered for ’t.

Where have you been these two days loitering?

Sebastian, I have entertainèd thee,
Partly that I have need of such a youth
That can with some discretion do my business—
For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish lout—
But chiefly for thy face and thy behavior,
Which, if my augury deceive me not,
Witness good bringing-up, fortune, and truth.

Sebastian, I have entertainèd thee,
Partly that I have need of such a youth
That can with some discretion do my business—
For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish lout—
But chiefly for thy face and thy behavior,
Which, if my augury deceive me not,
Witness good bringing-up, fortune, and truth.

Sebastian, I have entertainèd thee,
Partly that I have need of such a youth
That can with some discretion do my business—
For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish lout—
But chiefly for thy face and thy behavior,
Which, if my augury deceive me not,
Witness good bringing-up, fortune, and truth.

She dreams on him that has forgot her love;
You dote on her that cares not for your love.

Though his false finger have profaned the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

And at that time I made her weep agood,
For I did play a lamentable part

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

Her hair is auburn; mine is perfect yellow;
If that be all the difference in his love,
I’ll get me such a colored periwig.

O, thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored;
And were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.

O, thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipped, kissed, loved, and adored;
And were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.