The Two Gentlemen of Verona

“They do not love that do not show their love.”

“Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!”

“That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.”

“To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection.Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive.”

“She dreams of him that has forgot her love;You dote on her that cares not for your love.'Tis pity love should be so contrary;And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!”

“O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day,Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,And by and by a cloud takes all away!”

“At first I did adore a twinkling star But now I worship a celestial sun”

“You, minion, are too saucy.”

“Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping. All the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial's court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives. My mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear. He is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog. A Jew would have wept to have seen our parting. Why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father. No, this left shoe is my father. No, no, this left shoe is my mother. Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so -- it hath the worser sole. This shoe with the hole in it is my mother, and this my father. A vengeance on't! There 'tis. Now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand. This hat is Nan, our maid. I am the dog. No, the dog is himself, and I am the dog -- O, the dog is me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father: 'Father, your blessing.' Now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping. Now should I kiss my father -- well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother. O, that she could speak now like a wood woman! Well, I kiss her -- why, there 'tis: here's my mother's breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a word!”

“Ay, but hearken, sir; though the chameleon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat.”

“O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! My master sues to her, and she hath taught her suitor, He being her pupil, to become her tutor. O excellent device! was there ever heard a better, That my master, being scribe, to himself should write the letter?Valentine. How now, sir? what are you reasoning with yourself?Speed. Nay, I was rhyming: 'tis you that have the reason.”

“If you love her, you cannot see her.”

“What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it." (2.2.17-19)”

“Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?”

“Didst thou but know the inly touch of loveThou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. (2.7.18-20)”

“Thou art a votary to fond desire”

“Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.SPEED: And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.”

“Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with thatAnd manage it against despairing thoughts.”

“Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,For 'tis thy rival.”

“Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.”

“A man is never undone till he be hang'd.”

“Love is your master, for he masters you;And he that is so yoked by a fool,Methinks, should not be chronicled for wise.”

“Hep şunu düşünürüm: Bir adam asılmadıkça sıfırı tüketmiş sayılmaz, ne de birkaç kadeh atılmadan ve meyhaneci kadın hoş geldiniz demezse hoş gelinmiş sayılmaz.”

“O time most accurst!'Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!”

“Experience is by industry achiev'd,And perfected by the swift course of time.”

“No more; unless the next word that thou speak'stHave some malignant power upon my life:If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,As ending anthem of my endless dolour.”

“I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words.”

“I see things too, although you judge I wink.”

“Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.”

“If you love her, you cannot see her […] Because love is blind.”