Speeches (Lines) for Valentine
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Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
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And on a love-book pray for my success? |
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That's on some shallow story of deep love:
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'Tis true; for you are over boots in love,
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No, I will not, for it boots thee not. |
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To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans;
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So, by your circumstance, I fear you'll prove. |
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Love is your master, for he masters you:
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And writers say, as the most forward bud
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Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave.
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As much to you at home! and so, farewell. |
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Not mine; my gloves are on. |
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Ha! let me see: ay, give it me, it's mine:
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How now, sirrah? |
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Why, sir, who bade you call her? |
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Well, you'll still be too forward. |
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Go to, sir: tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? |
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Why, how know you that I am in love? |
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Are all these things perceived in me? |
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Without me? they cannot. |
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But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia? |
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Hast thou observed that? even she, I mean. |
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Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, and yet
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Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured. |
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What dost thou know? |
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I mean that her beauty is exquisite, but her favour infinite. |
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How painted? and how out of count? |
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How esteemest thou me? I account of her beauty. |
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How long hath she been deformed? |
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I have loved her ever since I saw her; and still I
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Why? |
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What should I see then? |
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Belike, boy, then, you are in love; for last
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In conclusion, I stand affected to her. |
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Last night she enjoined me to write some lines to
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I have. |
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No, boy, but as well as I can do them. Peace!
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Madam and mistress, a thousand good-morrows. |
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As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter
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Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;
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No, madam; so it stead you, I will write
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What means your ladyship? do you not like it? |
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Madam, they are for you. |
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Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. |
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If it please me, madam, what then? |
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How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself? |
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To do what? |
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To whom? |
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What figure? |
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Why, she hath not writ to me? |
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No, believe me. |
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She gave me none, except an angry word. |
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That's the letter I writ to her friend. |
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I would it were no worse. |
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I have dined. |
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Mistress? |
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Ay, boy, it's for love. |
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Of my mistress, then. |
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Indeed, madam, I seem so. |
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Haply I do. |
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So do you. |
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Wise. |
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Your folly. |
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I quote it in your jerkin. |
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Well, then, I'll double your folly. |
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Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of chameleon. |
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You have said, sir. |
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I know it well, sir; you always end ere you begin. |
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'Tis indeed, madam; we thank the giver. |
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Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire. Sir
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I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words,
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My lord, I will be thankful.
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Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman
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Ay, my good lord; a son that well deserves
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I know him as myself; for from our infancy
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Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. |
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This is the gentleman I told your ladyship
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Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still. |
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Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes. |
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To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself:
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Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you,
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Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain him
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Leave off discourse of disability:
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Now, tell me, how do all from whence you came? |
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And how do yours? |
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How does your lady? and how thrives your love? |
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Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now:
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Even she; and is she not a heavenly saint? |
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Call her divine. |
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O, flatter me; for love delights in praises. |
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Then speak the truth by her; if not divine,
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Sweet, except not any;
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And I will help thee to prefer her too:
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Pardon me, Proteus: all I can is nothing
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Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own,
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Ay, and we are betroth'd: nay, more, our,
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Will you make haste? |
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Please it your grace, there is a messenger
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The tenor of them doth but signify
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I know it well, my Lord; and, sure, the match
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What would your Grace have me to do in this? |
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Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:
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A woman sometimes scorns what best contents her.
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Why, then, I would resort to her by night. |
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What lets but one may enter at her window? |
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Why then, a ladder quaintly made of cords,
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When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me that. |
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By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder. |
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It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it
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Ay, my good lord. |
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Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord. |
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And why not death rather than living torment?
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No. |
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Neither. |
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Nothing. |
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My ears are stopt and cannot hear good news,
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Is Silvia dead? |
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No Valentine, indeed, for sacred Silvia.
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No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.
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O, I have fed upon this woe already,
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No more; unless the next word that thou speak'st
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I pray thee, Launce, an if thou seest my boy,
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O my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine! |
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My friends,— |
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Then know that I have little wealth to lose:
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To Verona. |
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From Milan. |
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Some sixteen months, and longer might have stay'd,
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I was. |
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For that which now torments me to rehearse:
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I was, and held me glad of such a doom. |
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My youthful travel therein made me happy,
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Peace, villain! |
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Nothing but my fortune. |
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I take your offer and will live with you,
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How use doth breed a habit in a man!
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[Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear!
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Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
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Thou common friend, that's without faith or love,
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Then I am paid;
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Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter?
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Come, come, a hand from either:
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Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
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Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
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I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
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These banish'd men that I have kept withal
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And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
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I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. |
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Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
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