Is it her mien, or Valentinus' praise, SCENE V.-The same. A Street. Enter SPEED and LAUNCE. [Exit. Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan. Laun. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth; for I am not welcome. I reckon this always-that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, Welcome. Speed. Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of fivepence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. Speed. But shall she marry him? Speed. How then? shall he marry her? Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a fish. 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 not. 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 lean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one. Speed. But tell me true, will 't be a match? Laun. 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. Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. Speed. T is well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that my master is become a notable lover? Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Laun. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. 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 alehouse; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. Speed. Why. Laun. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the alea with a Christian: Wilt thou go? Speed. At thy service. [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A Room in the Palace. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear : But there I leave to love, where I should love. I will forget that Julia is alive, Rememb'ring that my love to her is dead; And Valentine I 'll hold an enemy, a Ale-a rural festival or church holiday. Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend. а [Exit. SCENE VII.-Verona. A Room in Julia's House. Jul. Counsel, Lucetta! gentle girl, assist me! Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long. Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus. Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return. Jul. O, know'st thou not, his looks are my soul's food? Pity the dearth that I have pined in, By longing for that food so long a time. a Pretended-intended. b Table-table-book, or tables, for noting down something to be remembered. Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, 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; He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, And so by many winding nooks he strays, Luc. But in what habit will you go along? 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, ev'n what fashion thou best lik'st, Lucetta. Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, madam. |