Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
If Proteus like your jouruey, when you come,
No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone:
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear :
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
And instances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.

Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come

to him ! Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that

wrong,
To bear a bard opinion of his truth :
Only deserve my love, by loving him ;
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I stand in need of,
To furnish me upon my lovging* journey.
All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,
My goods, my lands, my reputation;
Only in lieu thereof, despatch me hence:
Come, apswer not, but to it presently ;
I am impatient of my tarriance.

(Ereunt.

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* Longed for.

ACT III.

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; We have some secrets to confer about.

[Erit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis.

cover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal: But, wheu I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me ou to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentine, my friend, This knight intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daugliter hates; And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your bead A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my court:

But, fearing lest my jealous aim* might err,
And so, unworthily, disgrace the man
(A rashness that I ever yet have shunp’d),
I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me.
And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is soon suggestedt,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept;
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.

Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean
How he her chamber-window will ascend,
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For which the youthful lover now is gone,
Avd this way comes he with it presently;
Where, if it please you, you may iştercept him.
But, good my lord, do it so cunningly,
That my discovery be not aimedt at;
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretenceg.

Duke. Upon mine houour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming.

(Exit.
Entor Valentine.
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast?

Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Be they of much in port?

Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me awhile;
I am to break with thee of some affairs,
That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret.
'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought
To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter.

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or age. chose dritt, ur bead

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* Guess.

+ Tempted. Guessed.

Desiga.

Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

Duke. No, trustme; sheis peevish, sollen, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; Neither regarding that she is my child, Nor fearing me as if I were her father ; And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers, Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her ; And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty, I now am full resolved to take a wife, And turn her out to who will take her in : Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; For me and my possessions she esteems not.

Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?

Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Whom I affect; but she is nice, and coy,
And nought esteems my aged eloquence :
Now, therefore, would I have thee to my tutor
(For long agone I have forgot to court:
Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd);
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her sun-bright eye.

Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.

Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con-

tents her.
Send her another; never give her o'er ;
For scorn at first makes after-love the more.
If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you,
But rather to beget more love in you:
If she do chide, 'tis not to have you gone;
For why, the fools are mad, if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ;
Por, get you gone, she doth not mean, away:

Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Though ne'er so black, say, they have avgels' faces.
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no inan,
If with his tongue he can vot win a woman.

Duke. But she, I mean, is promis’d by her friends
Uuto a youthful gentleman of worth ;
And kept severely from resort of men,
That no man hath access by day to her.

Vul. Why then I would resort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept

safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night.

Val. What lets*, butone may enter at her window?

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Aud built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.

Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to scale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it.

Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I niay have such a ladder. Val. When would you use it? pray, sir, tell me

that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by.

Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.

Duke. But, hark thee; I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak, that is of any length.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?
Vul. Ay, my good lord.
Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length.

Val. Why, aby cloak will serve the turn, my lord,

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me,

* Hinders.