With twenty thoufand foul-confirming oathis. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do: But there I leave to love where I should love: If I keep them, I needs muft lofe myself: 1 And Silvia (witnefs Heav'n, that made her fair!) I will forget that Julia is alive, I cannot now prove conftant to myself, Now prefently I'll give her father notice [Exit. › SCENE X. Changes to Julia's houfe in Verona. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. Counfel, Lucetta; gentle girl, affist me; Luc. Alas! the way is wearifome and long. VOL. I. N Το To measure kingdoms with his feeble fteps; Luc. Better forbear, till Protheus make return. By longing for that food fo long a time. Luc. I do not feek to quench your love's hot fire, Left it fhould burn above the bounds of reafon. Jul. The more thou damm'ft it up, the more it burns: He makes sweet mufic with th' enamel'd ftones; . He overtaketh in his pilgrimage: And fo by many winding nooks he strays, Luc. But in what habit will you go along? Gentle Lucet, fit me with fuch weeds As may befeem fome well-reputed page. Luc. Why then your Ladyfhip muit cut your hair. Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in filken ftrings, With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots: To be fantastic, may become a youth Of greater time than I fhall fhew to be. Luc. What fashion, Madam, fhall I make your breeches? al. That fits as well, as "Lord, "tell me, good my "What "What compass will you wear your farthingale?" Jul. Out, out, Lucetta! that will be ill-favour'd. Luc. A round hofe, Madam, now's not worth a pin, Unless you have a cod-piece to stick pins on. Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'it me, let me have What thou think'ft meet, and is moft mannerly. But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me For undertaking fo unstaid a journey? I fear me it will make me fcandaliz'd. Luc. If you think fo, then stay at home, and go not. go. Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but Jul. That is the leaft, Lucetta, of my fear: Warrant me welcome to my Protheus. Luc. All thefe are fervants to deceitful men, Jul. Bafe men, that use them to fo bafe effect! But truer ftars did govern Protheus' 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 heav'n from earth. Luc. Pray heav'n he prove fo when you come to him! Jul. Now, as thou lov'it me, do him not that wrong, To bear a hard opinion of his truth; Only deferve my love, by loving him; And prefently go with me to my chamber, To take a note of what I ftand in need of, N 2 [Exeunt ACT ACT III. SCENE I. The Duke's palace in Milan. Enter Duke, Thurio, and Protheus. Duke. SIR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while; We have fome fecrets to confer about. But when I call to mind your gracious favours My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which, elfe, no worldly good fhould draw from me. If Duke. Protheus, I thank thee for thine honeft 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 oftentimes have purpos'd to forbid Sir Valentine her company, and my court. But fearing left my jealous aim might err, And fo unworthily difgrace the man, (A rashness that. I ever yet have fhunn'd,) I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find That which thyfelf haft now difclos'd to me, And And that thou may'ft perceive my fear of this, Pro. Know, Noble Lord, they have devis'd a mean 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. SCENE II. Enter Valentine. Duke. Sir Valentine whither away so fast? [Exit Pro. Val. Please it your Grace, there is a messenger Duke. Be they of much import? Val. The tenor of them doth but fignify My health, and happy being at your court. I Duke. Nay then, no matter; stay with me a while; am to break with thee of fome affairs, That touch me near; wherein thou must be secret. 'Tis not unknown to thee, that I have fought Duke. No, truft me; the is peevith, fullen, froward, N 3 And |