And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee- Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. 590 Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make return. food? Pity the dearth that I have pined in, By longing for that food so long a time. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, 600 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, Hẹ He overtaketh in his pilgrimage; And so by many winding nooks he strays, And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; 620 And there I'll rest, as, after much turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men: As may beseem some well-reputed page. 630 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 shew to be. Luc. What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches ? 1 Jul. That fits as well, as lord, "tell me, good my "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 Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. 640 Jul. Lucetta, as thou lovʼst 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. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. If Protheus like your journey, when you come, No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone: 650 I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal. Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, And instances as infinite of love, Warrant me welcome to my Protheus. 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; 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 come to him! 660 Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth: And presently go with me to my chamber, 670 [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE 1. The Duke's Palace in Milan. Enter Duke, THURIO, and PROTHEUS. Duke. SIR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while; We have some secrets to confer about. [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 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 Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care; Which to requite, command me while I live. 30 Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean How he her chamber-window will ascend, And with a corded ladder fetch her down i Eij 40 For |