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The Two Gentlemen of Verona

William Shakespeare

  Act 4 Scene 4

page Act 4 Scene 4 Page 6

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She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.
Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!
I weep myself, to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse.


She is indebted to you, young man. Such a shame—the poor lady, desolate and abandoned! I weep myself just hearing your story. Here, young man, there is my purse.
She gives money.
She gives him some money.
135I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lov’st her.
I give this to you for your sweet mistresses’ sake, because you love her. Farewell.
Exit SYLVIA, with attendants
SYLVIA exits with servants.


And she shall thank you for ’t, if e’er you know her.—
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
140I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress’ love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
Here is her picture.


And she will thank you for it, if you ever meet her. A virtuous gentlewoman, kind and beautiful! I hope my master’s endeavors to win her love will fail since she respects the love I feel for him so much. It’s too bad how love can fool itself! Here is her picture.
She looks at the picture.
She looks at the picture.
Let me see, I think
145If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers;
And yet the painter flattered her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow;
150If that be all the difference in his love,
I’ll get me such a colored periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass, and so are mine.
Ay, but her forehead’s low, and mine’s as high.
What should it be that he respects in her
155But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond Love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For ’tis thy rival.
Let me see, I think if I had a similar headdress my face would be as lovely as hers. And yet the painter made her prettier than she is, unless I flatter myself too much in thinking I’m as pretty. Her hair is auburn, while mine is perfect yellow. If that’s the only thing he likes better about her, then I’ll get myself a blond wig. Her eyes are as gray as glass, and so are mine. Yes, but her forehead’s low, and mine is as high as hers is low. If Love is really blind, what does he value in her that I can’t make him value in myself? Let’s go, Sebastian. Let’s go and get rid of this picture, since it’s your rival.

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