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to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hoftefs say, welcome.

Speed. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the alehouse with you presently, where, for one shot of fivepence, thou thalt have five thousand welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia?

Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.

Speed. But shall the marry him?
Laun. No.
Speed. How then? fhall he marry

her?
Laun. No, neither.
Speed. What, are they broken?
Laun. No, they are both as wholc as a fish.
Speed. Why then how stands the matter with them?

Laun. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.

Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.

Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me.

Speed. What thou say ft?

Laun Ay, and what I do too; look thee, I'll but lean, and

my

staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee indeed. Laun. Why, stand-under, and understand, is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match?

Laun. Ask my dog: if he fay, 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, hut 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 reporteft him to be. Speed. Wby, thou whorson ass, thou mistak'st me.

Laun.

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 tho' he burn himself in love: If thou thou wilt go with me to the ale-house, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

Speed. Why?

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.

Exeunt.

S CE N E IX.

Enter Protheus folus.
Pro. O leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
To

wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn:
And ev'n that pow'r, which gave me first my oath,
Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear:
O sweet-fuggesting love! *if I have finn'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 t'exchange the bad for better.
Fie, fie, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Whose Sov'reignty so oft thou haft 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 thou hast sinn, id) We must certainly read,
-if I have finn'd.

If I lose them, this find I by their loss,
For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.-
I to myself am dearer than a friend;
For love is still most precious in its self:
And Silvia, (witness heav'n, that made her fair!)
Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembring 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 us'd 10 Valentine :
This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
Myself in counsel his competitor.
Now prefently I'll give her father notice
Of their disguising, and pretended flight;
Who, all enrag'd, will banish Valentine:
For Thurio, he intends, shall wed his daughter.
But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,
By some sly trick, blunt Thurio's dull proceeding:
Love, lend me wings to make my purpose swift,
As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drist! [Exit.

S CE N E X.
Changes to Julia's House in Verona.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.
Jul. , L. ;

And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd and engray’d, To lesson me; and tell me some good mean, How with my honour I may undertake A journey to my loving Protheus.

Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.

Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;

Much

Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;
And when the flight is made to one so dear,
Of such divine perfe&ion, as Sir Protheus.

Luc. Better forbear, 'till Protheus make return.
Jul. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's

food?
Pity the dearth, that I have pined in,
By longing for that food so long a time.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extream rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.
Jul. The more thou damm'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 makes sweet music with th' 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, A blefled soul doth in Elysum.

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 fome well-reputed page.

Luc. Why then your ladyihip must cut your hair.

Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in filken strings, With twenty odd-conceited true-love-knots :

To be fantastic, may become a youth
Of greater time than I shall fhew to be. [breeches ?

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 cod-piece,

Madam.
Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.

Luc. A round hofe, Madam, now's not worth a pin. Unless you 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. Jul. Nay, that I will not.

Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. If Protheus like your journey, 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

Protheus.
Luc. All these are fervants to deceitful men.

Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect !
But truer stars did govern Protheus' birth ;
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heav'n from earth.

Luc. Pray heav'n he prove so when you come to him!
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that

wrong: To bear a hard opinion of his truth; Only deserve

deserve my love, by loving him; And presently go with me to my chamber,

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