VALENTINE Win her with gifts if she respect not words. Dumb jewels often in their silent kind More than quick words do move a woman’s mind. DUKE But she did scorn a present that I sent her. VALENTINE A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. Send her another. Never give her o’er, For scorn […]
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Duke to Valentine: teach me how to talk to modern girls? (3.1.80-88) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
VALENTINE What would your grace have me to do in this? DUKE There is a lady of Verona here Whom I affect, but she is nice and coy, And naught esteems my aged eloquence. Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor – For long agone I have forgot to court; Besides, the fashion […]
Continue ReadingDuke: my daughter won’t obey me; what I need is a WIFE (3.1.68-79) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
DUKE No, i’faith. She is peevish, sullen, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty, Neither regarding that she is my child Nor fearing me as if I were her father. And may I say to thee, this pride of hers Upon advice hath drawn my love from her, And where I thought the remnant of mine […]
Continue ReadingDuke: Valentine–friend–I need your advice… (3.1.58-67) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
DUKE Nay then, no matter. Stay with me awhile. I am to break with thee of some affairs That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. ’Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought To match my friend, Sir Thurio, to my daughter? VALENTINE I know it well, my lord, and sure the […]
Continue ReadingValentine: sorry can’t stop in a bit of a hurry, don’t mind me, your grace (3.151-57) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
[Enter Valentine] DUKE Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? VALENTINE Please it your grace, there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them. DUKE Be they of much import? VALENTINE The tenor of them doth but signify My health and happy being at your […]
Continue ReadingProteus: don’t out me as the one who squealed, OK? (3.1.44-50) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
PROTEUS But, good my lord, do it so cunningly That my discovery be not aimed at; For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence. DUKE Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. PROTEUS Adieu, my lord. Sir Valentine […]
Continue ReadingDuke: I lock my daughter in an actual tower! Proteus: they’ve got a rope ladder! (3.1.33-43) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
DUKE And that thou mayst perceive my fear of this, Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, The key whereof myself have ever kept; And thence she cannot be conveyed away. PROTEUS Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean How he her chamber window will ascend, […]
Continue ReadingDuke: thanks Proteus, oh yes, I’ve had my suspicions… (3.1.22-32) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
DUKE Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep, And oftentimes have purposed to forbid Sir Valentine her company and my court. But fearing lest my jealous aim might err, And […]
Continue ReadingValentine’s going to elope with your daughter! and that would kill you! (3.1.10-21) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
PROTEUS Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steal away your daughter. Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know you have determined to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates, And should she thus be stol’n away from you, It would be much vexation to your […]
Continue ReadingProteus: Duke, I’ve GOT to tell you something, I feel I have no choice (3.1.1-9) #2Dudes1Dog #SlowShakespeare
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus DUKE Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile. We have some secrets to confer about. [Exit Thurio] Now tell me, Proteus, what’s your will with me? PROTEUS My gracious lord, that which I would discover The law of friendship bids me to conceal. But when I call to mind […]
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