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The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act 2, Scene 3

The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Act 2, Scene 3

Verona. A street.

  1. Enter Launce, leading a dog.

Launce

2 - 29
  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

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  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
  4. longer.

Launce

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

Panthino

37
  1. What’s the unkindest tide?

Launce

38
  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

43
  1. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

Panthino

44
  1. Where should I lose my tongue?

Launce

45
  1. In thy tale.

Panthino

46
  1. In thy tail!

Launce

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  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

51
  1. Come; come away, manI was sent to call thee.

Launce

52
  1. Sircall me what thou dar’st.

Panthino

53
  1. Wilt thou go?

Launce

54
  1. Well, I will go.
  1. Exeunt.
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