SCENE VIII. Changes to a street. Enter Speed and Launce. SPEED. Launce, by mine honefty, welcome to Milan. LAUN. Forfwear not thyfelf, fweet youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a man is never undone, 'till he be hang'd; nor ever welcome to á place, 'till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome. SPEED. Come on, you mad-cap; I'll to the ale house with you presently, where, for one shot of five-pence, thou fhalt have five thousand welcomes. But, firrah, how did thy master part with madam Julia? LAUN. Marry, after they clos'd in earnest, they parted very fairly in jeft. SPEED. But shall she marry him? LAUN. No. SPEED. How then? fhall he LAUN. No, neither. 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 ftands well with her. SPEED. What an afs art thou? I understand thee not. LAUN. What a block art thou, that thou canst not? My staff understands me. SPEED. What thou fay'ft? 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, ftand-under, and underftand, is all one. SPEED. But tell me true, will't be a match? LAUN. Afk my dog: if he fay ay, it will; if he fay 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 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 master 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. SPEED. Why? 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. [Exeunt. SCENE IX, Enter Protheus folus. PRO. To leave my Julia, fhall I be forfworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forfworn: Love bad me fwear, and love bids me forfwear: Ofweet-fuggefting love! if thou haft finn'd, But there I leave to love, where I should love: If I keep them, I needs must lose myself: And Silvia, witness heav'n, that made her fair! I will forget that Julia is alive, Now presently I'll give her father notice For Thurio, he intends, fhall wed his daughter. SCENE X. Changes to Julia's house in Verona. Enter Julia and Lucetta. JUL. Counfel, Lucetta -Gentle girl, affist 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. [Exit. Luc. Better forbear, 'till Protheus make return. Pity the dearth, that I have pined in, By longing for that food fo long a time. Didft thou but know the inly touch of love, VOL. I. Left it should burn above the bounds of reason. JUL. The more thou damm'ft it up, the more it burns. The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'ft, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; He makes sweet mufick with th' enamel'd ftones; He overtaketh in his pilgrimage: Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Gentle Lucetta, fit me with fuch weeds, As may befeem fome well-reputed page. Luc. Why then your Ladyship must cut your hair. To be fantastick, may become a youth Of greater time than I shall fhew 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 beft lik'ft, Lucetta. Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, madam. |