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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.
An Apartment in the Palace.
gave me first
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn;
oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: O sweet-suggesting & 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. 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 charácter'd and engray'd, To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, How, with my honour, I
undertake A journey to my loving Proteus.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearis'sme and long.
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
burns ; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, en his fair course is ot hindered, He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean. Then let me go, and hinder not my course : I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, 3 A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
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,
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:
breeches? Jul, That fits as well, asmor 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, Unless
have a cod-piece to stick pins on. Jul, Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly: But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me, For undertaking so unstaid a journey? I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
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;