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And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee
590 A journey to my loving Protheus.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make return.
600 By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. Jul. The more thou damm'st it up, the more it
burns : The current, that with gentle murmur glides,
609 Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ;
Lục. But in what habit will you go along?
Jul. Not like a woman ; for I would prevent
hair. Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in silken strings, With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots }
“ 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.
640 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
pot. .Jul. Nay, that I will not.
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 Protheus' birth : His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate ; 660 His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. "Pray heaven, he prove so, when you coine
to him ! Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do 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,
ACT III. SCENE I.
The Duke's Palace in Milan. Enter Duke, THURIO,
SIR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while;
[Exit THURIO. Now, tell me, Protheus, 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, 10 This night intends to steal away your daughter;
Myself am one made privy to the plot.
him gentle looks; thereby to find
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis’d a mean