With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: To be fantastic may become a youth Of greater time than I fhall fhow 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 that 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-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'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 so unstaid a journey? I fear me, it will make me fcandaliz'd. Luc. If you think fo, then stay at home, and go not. Jul. Nay, that I will not. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go. Jul. That is the leaft, Lucetta, of my fear: Luc. All these are fervants to deceitful men. Luc. Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come to him! Jul. Now, as thou lov'ft me, do him not that wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth: Only deferve my love, by loving him; [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Milan. An Ante-room in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS. Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have fome fecrets to confer about. [Exit THURIO. Now, tell me, Proteus, 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 My duty pricks me on to utter that Which elfe no worldly good should draw from me. I know, you have determin'd to beftow her you, Thus, for my duty's fake, I rather chose Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care; And |