Two Gentlemen of Verona is written in the first person. A story written in the first person is a first-hand account of events told or narrated through the eyes of a single character, typically the main character. Stories written in the first person are easily identified by the use of the pronoun 'I' rather than 'he or she'.
The reader will see phrases such as "I said, I thought," rather than "he said, she thought." Everything is experienced through the eyes of a single character, and all thoughts and observations are limited to that one person. There can be no outside observer. If the author does not see or experience an event first-hand, it cannot be a part of the story. All scenes in the story are filtered through this person's unique perception.
The third-person is a narrative mode in which both the reader and author observe the situation either through the senses and thoughts of more than one character, or through an overarching godlike perspective that sees and knows everything that happens and everything the characters are thinking. In this mode of narration, the author can tell the reader things that the main character does not know, or things that none of the characters know.
Rewrite any part of the story you like in the third person.
In the week that followed, the Cronin and his companion saw the two brothers frequently, as Nicola and Jacopo proved to be extremely useful to them. If they wanted a pack of American cigarettes, or seats for the opera, or the name of a good restaurant, Nicola and Jacopo could be relied upon, to satisfy the needs of Cronin and his companion.
What stunned people the most, was that the two brothers were always willing to work. In the summer, on hot days, Nicola and Jacopo shined shoes, sold fruit, hawked newspapers, conducted tourists round the town and ran errands.
One night, Cronin and his friend came across the two brothers in the windy and deserted square, resting on the stone pavement below the lights.
When Nicola saw Cronin come towards him, he sat upright. He looked quite worn out and tired. There was a bundle of newspapers lying near him and Jacopo was sleeping as he rested his head on Nicola's shoulder. It was almost midnight.
Cronin asked him, "Why are you so out late, Nicola?"
"Waiting for the last bus from Padua," he replied, "we shall sell all our paper when it comes in."
Cronin looked surprised by the hard work the boys were putting in. He asked Nicola, "Must you work so hard? You both look rather tired."
"We are not complaining, Sir," he replied instantly.
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