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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.
If Proteus like your journey, when you come,
No matter who's difpleas'd, when you are gone:
I fear me, he will scarce be pleas'd withal.

Jul. That is the leaft, Lucetta, of my fear:
A thoufand oaths, an ocean of his tears,
And inftances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.

Luc. All these are fervants to deceitful men.
Jul. Bafe men, that use them to fo bafe effect!
But truer ftars did govern Proteus' birth:
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles;
His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate;
His tears, pure meffengers fent from his heart;
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth.

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;
And presently go with me to my chamber,
To take a note of what I ftand 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 lieu thereof, despatch me hence :
Come, answer not, but to it presently;
I am impatient of my tarriance.

[Exeunt.

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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
Done to me, undeferving as I am,

My duty pricks me on to utter that

Which elfe no worldly good should draw from me.
Know, worthy prince, fir Valentine, my friend,
This night intends to fteal away your daughter;
Myself am one made privy to the plot.

I know, you have determin'd to beftow her
On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates;
And fhould fhe thus be ftolen away from
It would be much vexation to your age.

you,

Thus, for my duty's fake, I rather chose
To croís my friend in his intended drift,
Than, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of forrows, which would prefs you down,
Being unprevented, to your timeless grave.

Duke. Proteus, 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

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