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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.
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me. · 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 alehouse, so; if not, thou art an 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 with a Christian : Wilt thou go? Speed. At thy service.
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: O sweet-suggesting 8 love, if thou hast sinn'd, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling star, - But now I worship a celestial sun. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; And he wants wit, that wants resolved will To learn his wit to'exchange the bad for better. Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad, Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do; But there I leave to love, where I should love. Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : If I keep them, I needs must lose myself; If I lose them, thus find I by their loss, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia. I to myself am dearer than a friend; For love is still more precious in itself : And Silvia, witness heaven, that made her fair! Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope. , I will forget that Julia is alive, Rememb’ring that my love to her is dead; And Valentine I'll hold an enemy, Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. I cannot now prove constant to myself, Without some treachery used to Valentine :This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearis'sme and long.
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
Pity the dearth that I have pined in,
A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair.
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:
breeches ? Jul. That fits as well, asm" 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.
Luc. A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin,
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not.
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. Base men, that use them to so base effect!