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Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? Laun. Ask my dog: if he say, ay, it will; if he say, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say nothing, it will.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover?
Laun. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Christian : Wilt thou go?
Speed. At thy service.
SCENE VI-The same. An apartment in the palace. Enter Proteus.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear :
But there I leave to love, where I should love.
(1) Tempting. (2) Confederate. (3) Intended.
SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta.
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, assist me! And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,To lesson me and tell me some good mean, How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's food?
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
Jul. The more thou dam'st' it up, the more it burns;
The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage;
But, when his fair course is not hindered,
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage;
And so by many winding nooks he strays,
With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men : Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds As may beseem some well-reputed page. Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair.
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings,
Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your
Jul. That fits as well, as- tell me, good my lord,
What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" Why, even that fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Luc. You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.
Jul. Nay, that I will not.
Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong,
To bear a hard opinion of his truth:
SCENE I-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
(1) Longed for.