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Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Jul. That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear :
Luc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Jul. Base men, that use them to so base effect! But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles; His love siucere, his thoughts immaculate ; His tears, pure messengers sent from his heart; His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earth. Luc. Pray heaven, he prove so, when you come
to him ! Jul. Now, as thou lov'st me, do him not that
* Longed for.
SCENE I. Milan. An Anti-room in the Duke's
Enter Duke, Thurio, and Proteus.
Duke. Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about.
(Erit Thurio. Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me? Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would dis
cover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal: But, wheu I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me ou to utter that Which else no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy prince, sir Valentinė, my friend, This knight intends to steal away your daughter; Myself am one made privy to the plot. I know, you have determin'd to bestow her On Thurio, whom your gentle daughter hates; And should she thus be stolen away from you, It would be much vexation to your age. Thus, for my duty's sake, I rather chose To cross my friend in his intended drift, Than, by concealing it, heap on your head A pack of sorrows, which would press you down, Being unprevented, to your timeless grave,
Duke. Proteus, I thank thee for thine lionest care: Which to requite, command me while I live. This love of theirs myself have often seen, Haply, when they have judged me fast asleep; And oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my court:
But, fearing lest my jealous aim* might err,
Pro. Know, noble lord, they have devis'd a mean
Duke. U pon mine honour, he shall never know That I had any light from thee of this. Pro. Adieu, my lord; sir Valentine is coming.
Val. Please it your grace, there is a messenger
Duke. Be they of much inoport?
Val. The tenor of them doth but signify My health, and happy being at your court.
Duke. Nay, then no matter; stay with me awhile; I am to break with thee of some affairs, That touch me near, wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have sought To match my friend, sir Thurio, to my daughter. * Guess. + Tempted. Guessed. Design. Val. I know it well, my lord; and, sure, the match Were rich and honourable; besides, the gentleman Is full of virtue, bounty, worth, and qualities Beseeming such a wife as your fair daughter: Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?
Duke. No, trust me; sheis peevish,sullen, froward, Proud, disobedient, 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, bath drawn my love from her ; . And, where I thought the remnant of mine age Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty I now am full resolved to take a wife, And turn her out to who will take her in : Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower; For me and my possessions she esteems not.
Val. What would your grace have me to do in this?
Duke. There is a lady, sir, in Milan, here,
Val. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words;
Duke. But she did scorn a present that I sent her.
Flatter, and praise, commend, extol their graces;
Duke. But she, I mean, is promis'd by her friends
Val. Why then I would resort 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.
Val. Whai lets. butone may enter at her window?
Duke. Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground; Aad built so shelving that one cannot climb it Without apparent hazard of his life.
Val. Why then, a ladder, quaintly made of cords, To cast 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 every thing that he can come by.
Val. By seven o'clock I'll get you such 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?
Then let me see thy cloak ; I'll get me one of such another length.
Val. Why, aby cloak will serve the turn, my lord.
Duke. How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak? I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.