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O sweet-suggesting love! if thou hast finn'd
Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.
At first I did adore a twinkling star,
But now I worship a celestial fun.
Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ;
And he wants wit that wants resolved will,
To learn his wit t'exchange the bad for better.
Fy, fy, unreverend tongue! to call her bad,
Whose fov'reignty so oft thou hast preferr'd
With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths.
I cannot leave to love, and yet I do :
But there I leave to love, where I should love :
Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose:
If I keep them, I needs must lose myself:
If I lose them, this find I by their loss,
For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia :
I to myself am dearer than a friend ;
For love is still more precious in its self :
And Silvia, (witness heav'n, that made her fair!)
Shews Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembring that my love to her is dead:
And Valentine I'll hold an enemy,
Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.
I cannot now prove constant to myself,
Without some treachery us'd to Valentine :
This night, he meaneth with a corded ladder
To climb celestial Silvia's chamber-window;
Myself in counsel his competitor.
Now presently I'll give her father notice
Of their disguising, and pretended fight;
Who, all enrag?d, will banish Valentine :
For Thurio, he intends, fall wed his daughter.
But, Valentine being gone, I'll quickly cross,
By some fly trick, blant Thuria's dull proceeding.
Love, lend me wings to make my purpose fwift,
As thou hast lent me wit to plor this drift! [Exit
SCENE changes to Julia's House in Verona..
Enter Julia and Lucetta,
Ounsel, Lucetta; gentle girl, affift, me;
And, even, in kind love, I do conjure thee,
Who are the table wherein all my thoughts
Are visibly character'd and engrav'd,
To leffon me; and tell me some good mean,
How with my honour I may undertake
A journey to my loving Protheus,
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long,
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary:
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;
Much less shall ihe, that hath love's wings to flys:
And when the flight is made to one for dear,
Of such divine perfection as Sir Protheus.
Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make.return.
Jel.Oh,know'ft 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.
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou would'st as soon go kindle fire with snow,
ods seek to quench the fire of love with words,
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire,
But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Left it should hurn 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 ;,
But when his fair course is not hindered,
He makes sweet musick with th' enamel'd stones;
Giving a gentle kiss to every fedge
He overtaketh in his pilgrimage :
And fo 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 paftime of each weary step,
"Till the last step have brought me to my
And there I'll reft, as, after much turmoil,
A blefied 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:
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds
As may beseem some well-reputed page.
Luc. Why then your Ladyship must cut your hair..
Jul. No; girl; I'll knit it up in filken 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?
Jul. That fits as well, as -" tell me, good my Lord,
“ What compass will you wear your farthingale ?".
Why, even what fashion thou best like'ft, Lucetta.
Luc. You must needs have them with a cod. pičce,,
Jul. Out, out, I ucetta! that will be ill-favour'd.
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’ft meet, and is most mannerly :
But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me
For undertaking so unftaid a journey!
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz’d.
Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go noto,
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 ;
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 fincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heav'n from earth.
Luc. Pray heav'n he prove so, when you come to him!
Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that wrongs 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 difpose, My goods, my lands, my reputation; Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence : Come, answer not; but to it presently: I am impatient of my tarriance.
A C T III.
SCENE, the Duke's Palace, in Milan.
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Protheus.
IR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while;
We have some secrets to confer about. (Exit Thur. Now tell me, Protheus, what's your will with me?
Pro. My gracious Lord, that which I would discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal ; But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which, else, no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy Prince, Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steal away your daughter : Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin’d to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates : And should she chus be itoll'n away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's fake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift;
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of sorrows, which would press you down,
If unprevented, to your timeless grave.
Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care ;
Which to requite, command me while I live.
This love of theirs myself have often seen,
Haply, when they have judg'd me fast asleep;
And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid
Sir Valentine her company, and my Court:
Bat, fearing left my jealous aim might err,
And so unworthily disgrace the man,
(A rashness, that I ever yet have shunn'd ;)
I gave him gentle looks; thereby to find
That which thyself haft now disclos'd. to me.
And that thou may'st perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is foon suggested,
I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,
The key whereof myself have ever kept ;
And thence she cannot be convey'd away.
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;
For which the youthful lover now is gone,
And this way comes he with it presently :
Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.
But, good my Lord, do it so cunningly,
That my discov'ry be not aimed at;
For love of you, not hate unto my friend,
Hath made me publisher of this pretence.
Duke. Upon mine honour, he shall never know
That I had any light from thee of this.
Pro. Adieu, my Lord : Sir Valentine is coming.
Duke. Sir Valentine, whether away so faft?
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?