Two Gentlemen of Verona Act 2 Scene 3 William Shakespeare

                                   SCENE III. A street in Milan.

      Enter LAUNCE, leading a dog

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.