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And that hath dazzled my reason's light;
and Launce. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never wel come to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where for one shot of five pence,
thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia.
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him?
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'st ?
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 say, 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, 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 whoreson ass, thou mistakest
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 ale-house, so; if not, thou art a 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 : Speed. At thy service.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same.
An apartment in the palace. Enter Proteus. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn"; То
Wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury.
Wilt thou go?
Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear:
SCENE VII.-Verona. A room in Julia's
house. 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 character'd and engrav’d, To lesson me: and tell me some good mean, How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loring Proteus.
Luc. Álas ! the way is wearisome and long.
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
bums; 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 the enamell'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.
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 may
bescem some well-reputed page. Luc. Why then your lady ship must cut your
hair. Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots : To be fantastic may become a youth Of greater time than I shall show to be. Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your
breeches? Jul. That fits as well, as— tell me, good my
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 hose, 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 Jul. Nay, that I will not.