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SPEED. But tell me true, will't be a match?
LAUN. Ask my dog: if he fay ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail, and fay nothing, it will.
SPEED. The conclufion is then, that it will.
LAUN. Thou shalt never get fuch a fecret from me, but by a parable.
SPEED. 'Tis well that I get it fo. But Launce, how say'st thou, that my mafter is become a notable lover?
LAUN. I never knew him otherwise.
SPEED. Than how?
LAUN. A notable lubber, as thou reporteft him to be. SPEED. Why thou whorfon ass, thou mistakest me. LAUN. Why, fool, I mean 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 tho' he burn himself in love: if thou wilt go with me to the alehouse, so; if not thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
LAUN. Because thou haft not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale-house with a Chriftian: wilt thou go? SPEED. At thy fervice.
Enter Protheus folus.
PRO. To leave my Julia, fhall I be forfworn; To love fair Silvia, fhall I be forfworn;
To wrong my friend, I shall be much forfworn:
And ev'n that pow'r, which gave me firft my oath,
Love bad me fwear, and love bids me forfwear:
Ofweet-fuggefting love! if thou hast sinn'd,
But there I leave to love, where I should love:
If I keep them, I needs must lofe myself:
If I lose them, this find I by their lofs,
For love is still most precious in itself:
For Thurio, he intends, fhall wed his daughter.
Changes to Julia's house in Verona.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.
JUL. Counsel, Lucetta-Gentle girl, affift me;
And even in kind love, I do conjure thee,
To leffon me; and tell me fome good mean,
Luc. Alas! the way is wearifome and long.
Of fuch divine perfection, as Sir Protheus.
Luc. Better forbear, 'till Protheus make return.
But qualify the fire's extream rage,
JUL. Oh, know'st thou not, his looks are my foul's food?
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Left it should burn above the bounds of reafon.
JUL. The more thou damm'ft it up, the more it burns.
He makes sweet mufick with th' enamel'd ftones;
And fo by many winding nooks he strays,
Luc. But in what habit will you go along? JUL. Not like a woman; for I would prevent The loose encounters of lascivious men :
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with fuch weeds,
Luc. Why then your Ladyship must cut your hair.
Of greater time than I shall shew to be.
Luc. What fashion, madam, fhall 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 beft lik'ft, Lucetta.
Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece,
JUL. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd. Luc. A round hofe, madam, now's not wor:h a pin, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.
JUL. Lucetta, as thou lov'ft 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 fo unftaid a journey?
I fear me, it will make me fcandaliz’d.
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.
Luc. Pray heav'n he prove fo, when you come to him!