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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. 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
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. 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.
Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Christian: wilt
Speed. At thy service.
S CE N E IX.
Enter Protheus folus.
wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn:
If I lose them, this find I by their loss,
S CE N E X.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.
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 less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly;
Luc. Better forbear, 'till Protheus make return.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
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
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
Luc. What fashion, Madam, shall I make your
Jul. That fits as well, as--" tell me, good my lord,
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
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:
Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect !
Luc. Pray heav'n he prove so when you come to him!
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,