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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 earuest, 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 pot.
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 ean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all ope,
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Laun. Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he ay, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say no. thing, 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 thy master is become a notable lover?
Laun. I never know him otherwise,
Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest 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 though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale-lıouse, 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 with a Christian: Wilt thou Speed. At thy service.
The same. An apartment in the palace.
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 bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: O sweet-suggesting love, if thou hast 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.
A room in Julia's house.
Enter Julia and Lucetta,
Jul. Counsel, Lucelta; 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 loving Proteus.
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; And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire;
buras; 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 enamel'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
Luc. But ip 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. Luc. 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 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
not. Jul. Nay, that I will not.