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Forgive me, that I do not dream on thee,
Pro. But she loves you ?
Pro. Go on before ;, I shall enquire you forth.
Val. Will you make haste ?
1 Not in f. e. 2 eye : in f. e. Knight reads, “her mien." 3 Valentinus': in f. e. 4 Not in f. e.
If I can check my erring love, I will;
SCENE V.-The Same. A Street.
Enter SPEED and LAUNCE. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always—that a man is never undone, till he be hang'd; nor never welcome 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 ?
Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Launce. Marry, thus: when it stands well with him it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou? I understand thee not.
Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not. My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st ?
Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee; I'll but lean, and my staff understands me.
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Launce. 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.
Launce. 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?
Launce. I never knew him otherwise.
Speed. Than how?
master. Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love, if thou wilt go with me to the alehouse : if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Launce. 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.
(Exeunt. SCENE VI.—The Same. An Apartment in the
Enter PROTEUS. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury : Love bad me swear, and love bids me forswear. O sweet-suggesting love! if I have? 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 t exchange the bad for better. Fie, fie, unreverend tongue ! to call her bad, Whose sovereignty so oft thou has 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 most precious too itself;
1 thou hast : in f. e. 3 in: in f.e.
And Silvia, (witness heaven that made her fair!)
Enter Julia and LUCETTA.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome 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,
Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
Jul. Not like a woman, for I would prevent
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 : To be fantastic, may become a youth Of greater time than I shall show to be. Lue. What fashion, madam, shall I make your
breeches ? Jul. That fits as well, as—“ tell me, good my lord, What compass will you wear your farthingale ?" Why, even what 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 you have a codpiece to stick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st me, let me have
1 wild: in f.e.