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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 ! But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth ; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so,
you come to him! Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, đo him not that:
wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth : Only deserve my love, by loving him; And presently go with me to my chamber, To take a note of what I stand in need of, To furnish me upon my longing journey. All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, My goods, my lands, my reputation ; Only in lieu thereof, despatch me hence: Come, answer not, but to it presently ; I am impatient of my tarriance. [Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE 1.-Milan. An anti-room in the Duke's
palace. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
(1) Longed for,
We have some secrets to confer about.
(Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis
cover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal : But, when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine, my friend, This night intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot.
know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; And oftentimes have purpos’d to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my court : But, fearing lest my jealous aim' might err, And so, unworthily, disgrace the man (A rashness that I ever yet have shunn'd,) I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find That which thyself hast now disclos'd to me. And, that thou may'st perceive my fear of this, Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested, 2 I nightly lodge her in an upper tower, The key whereof myself have ever kept; And thence she cannot be convey'd away.. (1) Guess.
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'da
mean How he her chamber-window will ascend, And with a corded ladder fetch her down; For which the youthful lover now is gone, And this way comes he with it presently ; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. But, good my lord, do it so cunningly, That my discovery be not aimed at; For love of you, not hate unto my friend, Hath made me publisher of this pretence.2
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming.
(Exit. Enter Valentine.
Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger That stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Be they of much import?. Val. The tenor of them doth but signify My health, and happy being at your court. Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me
awhile; I am to break with thee of some affairs, That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the
match Were rich and honourable ; besides, the gentleIs full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter : Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
(1) Guessed. (2) Design VOL.
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, fro
say to thee, this pride of hers
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
her. Val. A woman sometimes scorns what best con
tents her. Send her another; never give her o'er; For scorn at first makes after-love the more. If she do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love in you : If sbe do chide, 'tis not to have you gone; For why, the fools are mad, if left alone. Take no repulse, whatever she doth say ; For, get you gone, she doth not mean, away: Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces ;
Though ne'er so black, say, they have angels' faces.
Val. Why then I would resort to her by night.
kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. Val. What lets, but one may enter at her win
Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by:
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such a ladder.
Duke. But, hark thee ; I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may
bear it Under a cloak, that is of any length. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the
turn? Val. Ay, my good lord.