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The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act II, Scene 3

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The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act II, Scene 3

Verona. A street.

  1. Enter Launce, leading a dog.

Launce

1 - 28
  1. Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the
  2. kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have receiv’d my
  3. proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir
  4. Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab my dog be the
  5. sourest-natur’d dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father
  6. wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat
  7. wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity,
  8. yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a
  9. stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than
  10. a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why,
  11. my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at
  12. my parting. Nay, I’ll show you the manner of it. This shoe
  13. is my father; no, this left shoe is my father; no, no, this
  14. left shoe is my mother; nay, that cannot be so neither; yes,
  15. it is so, it is soit hath the worser sole. This shoe, with
  16. the hole in it, is my mother, and this my fathera vengeance
  17. on’t! There ’tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for,
  18. look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand.
  19. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dogno, the dog is
  20. himself, and I am the dogO! The dog is me, and I am myself;
  21. ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: Father, your
  22. blessing.” Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping;
  23. now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I
  24. to my mother. O that she could speak now like a wood woman!
  25. Well, I kiss her; why, there ’tis; here’s my mother’s breath
  26. up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she
  27. makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear, nor
  28. speaks a word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.
  1. Enter Panthino.

Panthino

29 - 32
  1. Launce, away, away! Aboard! Thy master is shipp’d, and thou
  2. art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st
  3. thou, man? Away, ass, you’ll lose the tide, if you tarry any
    Jul 16, 2019 Miko
    Shakespeare apparently didn't know that in the Mediterranean there are virtually no tides.
  4. longer.

Launce

33 - 34
  1. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the
  2. unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

Panthino

35
  1. What’s the unkindest tide?

Launce

36
  1. Why, he that’s tied here, Crab, my dog.

Panthino

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  1. Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood, and in losing the
  2. flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage, lose thy
  3. master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service, and in
  4. losing thy serviceWhy dost thou stop my mouth?

Launce

41
  1. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

Panthino

42
  1. Where should I lose my tongue?

Launce

43
  1. In thy tale.

Panthino

44
  1. In thy tail!

Launce

45 - 48
  1. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and the
  2. service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am
  3. able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I
  4. could drive the boat with my sighs.

Panthino

49
  1. Come; come away, manI was sent to call thee.

Launce

50
  1. Sircall me what thou dar’st.

Panthino

51
  1. Wilt thou go?

Launce

52
  1. Well, I will go.
  1. Exeunt.
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