The Two Gentlemen of Verona script

• To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia


  What would you with her, if that I be she?
• To hear me speak the message I am sent on


  From whom?
• From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.


  O, he sends you for a picture.
• Ay madam


  Ursula bring my picture here. Go give your master this: tell him from me, one Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
• This is the letter to your ladyship.


  I pray thee, let me look on that again.
• It may not be; good madam, pardon me.


  There, hold! I will not look upon your master's lines: I know they are stuff'd with protestations and full of new-found oaths; which he will break as easily as I do tear his paper.
• Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.


  The more shame for him that he sends it me; for I have heard him say a thousand times his Julia gave it him at his departure. Though his false finger have profaned the ring, mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.
• She thanks you.


  What say'st thou?
• Poor gentlewoman! My master wrongs her much.


  Dost thou know her?
• That I have wept a hundred several times.


  Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.
• I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow.


  Is she not passing fair?
• That now she is become as black as I.


  How tall was she?
• If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!


  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.