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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 dam'st it up, the more it burns; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with th' enameled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport to the wild ocean. Then let me go, and hinder not my course : I'll be as patient as a gentle stream, And make a pastime of each weary step, Till the last step have brought me to my love; 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
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 what 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 favored.
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,
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go 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 Proteus' birth : His words are bonds, his oaths arc 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 ! 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, To take a note of what I stand in need of, To furnish me upon my longing journey. All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, My goods, my lands, my reputation; Only, in heu thereof, despatch me hence: Come, answer not, but to it presently; I am iinpavent of my tarriance.
A journey which she shall pass in longing.
Enter Duke, Thurio, and PROTEUS.
[Exit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover,
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care,
1 i. e. guess.
(A rashness that I ever yet have shunned,)
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean
Duke. Upon mine honor, he shall never know
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger That
stays to bear my letters to my friends, And I am going to deliver them.
Duke. Be they of much import?
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me a while;
Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match
2 i. e. design.
Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities
Duke. No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this ?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
1 For whereas, often used by old writers.