My duty pricks me on to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me. you, Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honest care; (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. Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean And with a corded ladder fetch her down; w aim]-conjecture. For gone, For which the youthful lover now is And this way comes he with it presently; Where, if it please you, you may intercept him. pretence. Pro. Adieu, my lord; fir Valentine is coming. Enter Valentine. [Exit Pro. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away fo faft? Duke. Be they of much import? Val. The tenor of them doth but fignify My health, and happy being at your court. Duke. Nay, then no matter; ftay with me a while; I am to break with thee of fome affairs, That touch me near, wherein thou must be fecret. Duke. No, truft me; she is peevish, fullen, froward, Proud, difobedient, ftubborn, lacking duty; * aimed at even gueffed at. pretence.]-defign. Neither Neither regarding that she is my child, a And turn her out to who will take her in: Val. What would your grace have me to do in this? b Besides, the fashion of the time is chang'd) How, and which way, I may bestow myself, Val. Win her with gifts, if fhe refpect not words More than quick words, do move a woman's mind. Val. A woman fcorns fometimes what best contents her: Send her another; never give her o'er; For fcorn at firft makes after-love the more. If fhe do frown, 'tis not in hate of you, Upon advice,]-Mature deliberation. where]-whereas. For For, get you gone, fhe doth not mean, away : Duke. But fhe I mean, is promis'd by her friends That no man hath accefs by day to her. Val. Why then I would refort to her by night. Duke. Ay, but the doors be lock'd, and keys kept safe, That no man hath recourse to her by night. C Val. What lets, but one may enter at her window? Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; And built fo fhelving, that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life. Val. Why, then a ladder, quaintly made of cords, To caft up, with a pair of anchoring hooks, Would serve to fcale another Hero's tower, So bold Leander would adventure it. Duke. Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood, Advise me where I may have such a ladder. Val. When would you use it? pray, fir, tell me that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for every thing that he can come by. Val. By feven o'clock I'll get you fuch a ladder. Duke. But hark thee; I will go to her alone; How shall I best convey the ladder thither? Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Under a cloak, that is of any length. Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn ? Duke. Then let me fee thy cloak; I'll get me one of fuch another length. - Val. Why, any cloak will ferve the turn, my lord. [Duke reads. Himfelf would lodge, where fenfelefs they are lying. My herald thoughts in thy pure bofom reft them; d While I, their king, that thither them importune, I curfe myself, for they are fent by me, That they should barbour where their lord would be. And think, my patience, more than thy defert, Thank me for this, more than for all the favours, d importune,]-defpatch. for they are fent]-on account of their being fent. f Merops' Jon]-Phaeton only in thy rafhnefs, but not in divine defcent, being earthly born; the true fon of Merops, who was falfely called the father of Phaeton. But |