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am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome.
Speed. Come on, you mad-cap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with madan Julia ?
Laun. Marry, after they closed in earvest, they parted very fairly in jest.
Speed. But shall she marry him ?
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Laun. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.
Laun. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
Speed. What thou say'st ? · Laun. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but ean, and my staff understands me. Speed. It stands under thee, indeed.
Laun. Why, stand under and understand is all one,
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match ? Laun. Ask my dog : if he say, ay, it will; if he ay, no, it will; if he shake his tail, and say no. thing, it will.
Speed. The conclusion is then, that it will.
Laun. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me, but by a parable.
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say'st thou, that tly master is become a notable lover?
Laun. I never knew him otherwise, .
Laun. A notable labber, as thou reportest him to be.
Speed. Why, thou whorson ass, thou mistakest me.
Laun. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master.
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Laun. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the ale liouse, so; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Laun, Because thou hast not so much charity in thee, as to go to the ale with a Cbristian: Wilt thou go? Speed. At thy service.
Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn, To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn; And even that power, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bade me swear, and love bids me forswear: O sweet-suggesting* love, if thou hast sinn'd, Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it. At first I did adore a twinkling star,
But now I worship a celestial sun.
Of their disguising, and pretendedt fight;
Enter Julia and Lucetta,
Jul. Counsel, Lucetta ; gentle girl; assist me! And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee, Who art the table wherein all my thoughts Are visibly character'd aod engrav'd,To lesson me: and tell me some good mean, How, with my honour, I may undertake A journey to my loving Proteus.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Jul. A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. Better forbear, till Proteus make return.
Luc. I do not seek to quench your love's hot fire; But qualify the fire's extreme rage,
Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. i Jul. The more thou dam'st* it up, the more it
buras; The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones,
Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
Luc. But ip 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 silken strings, With twenty odd-conceited true love knots : To be fantastic may become a youth Of greater time than I shall show 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 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 Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'st 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 scandaliz'd. Luc. If you think so, then stay at home, and go
not. Jul. Nay, that I will not.