Speeches (Lines) for Panthino in "The Two Gentlemen of Verona"

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1 I / 3
  • 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
  • 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
  • Antonio. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that
    Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

    Panthino. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.

2 I / 3
  • He wonder'd that your lordship
    Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,...
  • He wonder'd that your lordship
    Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
    While other men, of slender reputation,
    Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
    Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
    Some to discover islands far away;
    Some to the studious universities.
    For any or for all these exercises,
    He said that Proteus your son was meet,
    And did request me to importune you
    To let him spend his time no more at home,
    Which would be great impeachment to his age,
    In having known no travel in his youth.
  • Antonio. Why, what of him?

    Panthino. He wonder'd that your lordship
    Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
    While other men, of slender reputation,
    Put forth their sons to seek preferment out:
    Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
    Some to discover islands far away;
    Some to the studious universities.
    For any or for all these exercises,
    He said that Proteus your son was meet,
    And did request me to importune you
    To let him spend his time no more at home,
    Which would be great impeachment to his age,
    In having known no travel in his youth.

3 I / 3
  • I think your lordship is not ignorant
    How his companion, youthful Valentine,...
  • I think your lordship is not ignorant
    How his companion, youthful Valentine,
    Attends the emperor in his royal court.
  • Antonio. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that
    Whereon this month I have been hammering.
    I have consider'd well his loss of time
    And how he cannot be a perfect man,
    Not being tried and tutor'd in the world:
    Experience is by industry achieved
    And perfected by the swift course of time.
    Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?

    Panthino. I think your lordship is not ignorant
    How his companion, youthful Valentine,
    Attends the emperor in his royal court.

4 I / 3
  • 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
    There shall he practis...
  • 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
    There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
    Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen.
    And be in eye of every exercise
    Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.
  • Antonio. I know it well.

    Panthino. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:
    There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,
    Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen.
    And be in eye of every exercise
    Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

5 I / 3
  • To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
    With other gentlemen of good est...
  • To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
    With other gentlemen of good esteem,
    Are journeying to salute the emperor
    And to commend their service to his will.
  • Antonio. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advised:
    And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it,
    The execution of it shall make known.
    Even with the speediest expedition
    I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

    Panthino. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
    With other gentlemen of good esteem,
    Are journeying to salute the emperor
    And to commend their service to his will.

6 I / 3
  • Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
    He is in haste; therefore, I pray yo...
  • Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
    He is in haste; therefore, I pray you to go.
  • Proteus. Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
    And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd.
    I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,
    Lest he should take exceptions to my love;
    And with the vantage of mine own excuse
    Hath he excepted most against my love.
    O, how this spring of love resembleth
    The uncertain glory of an April day,
    Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
    And by and by a cloud takes all away!

    Panthino. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you:
    He is in haste; therefore, I pray you to go.

7 II / 2
  • Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
  • Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.
  • Proteus. Here is my hand for my true constancy;
    And when that hour o'erslips me in the day
    Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,
    The next ensuing hour some foul mischance
    Torment me for my love's forgetfulness!
    My father stays my coming; answer not;
    The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears;
    That tide will stay me longer than I should.
    Julia, farewell!
    [Exit JULIA]
    What, gone without a word?
    Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
    For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.

    Panthino. Sir Proteus, you are stay'd for.

8 II / 3
  • Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped
    and thou art to post after...
  • Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped
    and thou art to post after with oars. What's the
    matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! You'll
    lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.
  • Launce. 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, sit, 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--Oh! 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; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

    Panthino. Launce, away, away, aboard! thy master is shipped
    and thou art to post after with oars. What's the
    matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass! You'll
    lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

9 II / 3
  • What's the unkindest tide?
  • What's the unkindest tide?
  • Launce. It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the
    unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

    Panthino. What's the unkindest tide?

10 II / 3
  • Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood, and, in
    losing the flood, lose thy...
  • Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood, and, in
    losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and, in losing
    thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy
    master, lose thy service, and, in losing thy
    service,--Why dost thou stop my mouth?
  • Launce. Why, he that's tied here, Crab, my dog.

    Panthino. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the flood, and, in
    losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and, in losing
    thy voyage, lose thy master, and, in losing thy
    master, lose thy service, and, in losing thy
    service,--Why dost thou stop my mouth?

11 II / 3
  • Where should I lose my tongue?
  • Where should I lose my tongue?
  • Launce. For fear thou shouldst lose thy tongue.

    Panthino. Where should I lose my tongue?

12 II / 3
  • In thy tail!
  • In thy tail!
  • Launce. In thy tale.

    Panthino. In thy tail!

13 II / 3
  • Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
  • Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.
  • Launce. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and
    the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river
    were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the
    wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.

    Panthino. Come, come away, man; I was sent to call thee.

14 II / 3
  • Wilt thou go?
  • Wilt thou go?
  • Launce. Sir, call me what thou darest.

    Panthino. Wilt thou go?

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