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Why, ev'n what fashion thou beft:lik'lly Lucetta."

-Luc. You must needs have them with a cod-piece, Madamu. Ful, Out, gut, Lucetta t that will be all-favour'd. Luc. A round hose, Madam, now's not worth a pin. Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins ona

Jul. 'Lucetta, as thou lovit me, let me have
What thou think'it meet, and is noft mannerly:

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But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me a
For undertaking so unitaid a journey?
I fear me, it will make me scandaliz'd.

Luc. If you think so, then Itay at home, and go not.
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 i ...
A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears, gs?,
And instances as infinite of love,
Warrant me welcome to my Protbeuse ?

Luc. All these are fervants to deceitful men.

Jul. Base men, that use them to fo base effet .
But truer ftars did govern Protheus' birth;
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; ;
His love fincere, his thoughts immaculate ;
His tears, pure messengers fent 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't me, do him not chat wrong, 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 furnith me upon my longing journey. All that is mine I leave at thy dilpose, My goods, my lands, my reputation; Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence : Come, answer not ; but do it prclently; I am impatient of my carriance.

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DUKE,
IR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while ;

We have fome fecrets to confer about. [Exit Thur. Now tell me, Protbeus, what's your will with me?

Pro. My gracious ford, that which I would discover,
The law of friendship bids me to conceal ;
Bat when I call to mind your gracious favours! va
Done to me, undeserving as I am,
My duty pricks me on to utter that,
Which, else, no worldly good thould draw from meg
Know, worthy Prince, Sir Valentint my friend bin
This night intends to steal away your daughter :
Myfelf. am one made privy to the plot.
I know, you have determin'd to beltow her
On Thurie, whom your gentle daughter hates :
And should the thus be foll'n

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It would be much vexation to your age.
Thus, for my duty's fake, I rather chole
To cross my friend in his intended drift;
Thao, by concealing it, heap on your head
A pack of sorrows, which would press you down,
jf unprevented, to your timeless grave

Duke. Protbeus, Isthank thee for thine honeft care ?
Which to requłte, command me while I live. Suurin
This love of theirs myself have often feen,- ***
Haply, when they have judg'd me fakt asleep; ?
And oftentimes have purpos d vo forbid
Sia Valentine her company, and my court;

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But, fearing left my jealous aim might ert,
And so unworthily disgrace the man,
(À rashnefs that I ever yet hiwe shann'd ;)
I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find
That which shyfelf haft now disclos'd to me.
And that thou mayelt perceive my fear of this,
Knowing that tender youth is foon suggefied,
I nighdy louge 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 afcend,
And with a corded ladder fetch her down;
For which the youthfal lover now is gone, **
And this way comes he with it presently:
Where, if it please yon, you may intercept him.
But, good my lord, do it fo 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

(Exis Pro. Enter Valentine. Duke. Sir Valentine, whither away fo faft?

Val. Please it your Grace, there is a meslenger
That stays to bear my letters to my friends,
And I am going to deliver them.

Duke. Be they of much import?

Val. The tenour of them doth but lignify My health, and happy being at your court.

Duke. Nay then, no matter; ttay with me a while; I am to break with thee of fome affairs, That-touch me near; wherein chou must be fecret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have fought To match my friend, Sir Thurio, to my daughter. Val. I know it well, my lord ; and, furs, the match

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Were rich and honourable; befides, the gentleman
Is full of virtue, bounty, 'worth, and qualities
Beseeming such a' wife as your fair daoghter.
Cannot your Grace win her to fancy him?

Duke. No, truft mé; she is peevith, fullen, froward,
Proud, difobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
Nor fearing me as if I were her father:
And may I say to thee, this pride of hers,
Upon advice, hath drawn my love from her;
And, where I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherifd by her child-like duty.
I now am full refolv'd to take a wife,
And, torn her out to who will take her in :
Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower :
For me, and my poffeffions, the efteems not.

Val. What would your Grace have me to do in this or

Duke. There is a lady, * Sir, in Milan here,
Whom I affect'; but the is nice and coy,
And nought efteems my aged eloquence:
Now therefore would I have thee to my tutos
(For longbigone I have forgot to court; 132
Befides, the fashion of the time is chang 'd,
How, and which way, I may bestow myself,
To be regarded in her fun-bright eye.

pai: win her with gifts, if she respects not words ;
Dumb jewels often in their filent kind,
More than quick words, do move a woman's mind.
Duke. But he did fcorn'a prefent. that I sent her.

Val. A woman sometimes scorns what bett contents her, Send her another; never give her o'er; For fcorn at firft niakes after-love the more. If the do frown; 'tís not in hate of you, But rather to beget more love io you :

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If the do chide, 'tis not to have you gone ::
For why, the fools are mad if left alone,
Take no repulse, whatever the doth fay ;
For, get you gone, the doch not mean away :
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces
Tho'ne'er so black, Say, they have angels' faces,...
That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Duke, But me I mean, is .promis’d by her friends
Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,
And kept severely from reført of men,
That no man hath access by day to her,

Val. Why then I would refort to her by night.
Duke. Ay, but the doors be luckt, and keys kept fafe,
That no man hath recourse to her by night.

Val. What lets, but one may enter at her Window:

Duke. Her chamber is aloft, ' far from the ground,
And built so shelving, 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 scale 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, Sir, tell me that. Duke. This very night; for love is like a child, That longs for ev'ry thing that he can come by.

Vak By feven a clock ll get you such a ladder.

Duke. But hark thee: I will go to her alone; How Mall best convey the ladder thither?

Val. It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it Urder a cloak that is of any length.

Duke. A cloak as long as thine will serve the tuin?
Val. Ay, my good lord.

Duke. Then' let me see thy cloak;
I'll get me one of such another length.

Val. Why, any cloak will serve the curn, my lord.

Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ?
I pray thee, let me feel thy cicak upos nie.
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