Pro. Then let her alone. Val. Not for the World: Why, Man, fhe is mine own, And I as rich in having fuch a Jewel, As twenty Seas, if all their Sand were Pearl, Is gone with her along, and I must after; 1 Val. Ay,and weare betrothed; nay more, our Marriage Hour, With all the cunning manner of our Flight, Determin'd of; how I must climb her Window, The Ladder made of Cords, and all the Means Some Neceffaries that I needs muft ufe; Val. Will you make hafte? Pro. I will. Even as one Heat another Heat expels, Or as one Nail by Strength drives out another; [Exit Val. That That thus without Advice begin to love her? SCENE V. Enter Speed and Launce. [Exit. Speed. Launce, by mine Honefty welcome to Padua. Laun. Forfwear not thy felf, fweet Youth; for I am not welcome: I reckon this always, that a Man is never undone 'till he is hang'd, nor never welcome a to Place 'till fome certain Shot be paid, and the Hoftefs fay Welcome. Speed. Come on, you Mad-cap; I'll to the Ale-house with you prefently, where, for one Shot of five pence, thou halt have five thousand Welcomes. But, Sirrah, how did thy Mafter part with Madam Julia? Laun. Marry, after they clos'd in earneft, they parted very fairly in Jeft. Speed. But the fhall marry him? Laun. No. Speed. How then? Shall he marry her? Laun. No, neither. Speed. What, are they broken? Laun. No, they are both as whole as a Fish. Speed. Why then, how ftands the Matter with them Laun. Marry thus; when it ftands well with him, it ftands well with her. Speed. What an Afs art thou? I understand thee not. Laun. What aBlock art thou, that thou canst not? My Staff understands me. and Speed. What thou fay'ft? Laun. Ay, and what I do too: Look thee, I'll but lean, my Staff underftands me. Speed. It ftands 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 fay ay, it will; if he fay no, it will; if he shake his Tail, and fay nothing, it will. Speed. The Conclufion 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 fo: But, Launce, how fay'st thou, that my Mafter is become a notable Lover? Laun. I never knew him otherwise. Speed. Than how? Laun. A notable Lubber, as thou reporteft him to be. Speed. Why, thou whorefon Afs, thou mistak'ft me. Laun. Why Fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy Mafter. Speed. I tell thee, my Mafter is become a hot Lover. Launt. Why, I tell thee, I care not tho' he burn himself, in Love: If thou wilt go with me to the Alehoufe, fo; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the Name of a Chriftian. Speed. Why? Laun. Becaufe thou haft not fo much Charity in thee as to go to the Ale-house with a Chriftian: Wilt thou go? Speed. At thy Service. SCENE VI. Enter Protheus folus. Pro. To leave my Julia; fhall I be forfworn? To love fair Silvia; fhall I be forfworn? [Exeunt. To wrong my Friend, I fhall be much forfworn:' Love bad me fwear, and Love bids me forfwear: With twenty thousand Soul-confirming Oaths. But there I leave to love where I fhould love: If I keep them, I needs muft lofe my felf: I to my For Love is ftill moft precious in it felf: I will forget that Julia is alive, Now prefently I'll give her Father notice Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. Counfel, Lucetta; gentle Girl, affift me, Luc. Alas, the Way is wearifome and long. [Exit. Το To measure Kingdoms with his feeble Steps, Luc. Better forbear 'till Protheus make Return. By longing for that Food fo long a time: Didft thou but know the inly Touch of Love, Lnc. I do not feek to quench your Love's hot Fire, Left it should burn above the Bounds of Reason. Jul. The more thou dam'ft it up, the more it burns: He makes fweet Mufick with th' ennamel'd Stones, He overtaketh in his Pilgrimage: And fo by many winding Nooks he ftrays, prevent Luc. But in what Habit will you go along? Luc. Why then your Ladyfhip muft cut your Hair. To be fantastick, may become a Youth Of greater time than I fhall fhow to be. Luc. What Fashion, Madam, shall I make your Breeches? Jul. That fits as well, as tell me, good my Lord, What |