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Pro. To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; To love fair Silvia, Thall I be forsworn; To wrong my friend, I shall be much forfworn: And ev'n that pow'r, which gave me first my oath, Provokes me to this threefold perjury. Love bad 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. Unheedful vows may heedfully be broken ; And he wants wit, that wants resolved will To learn his wit c'exchange the bad for better. Fie, fie, unreverend tongue ! to call her bad, Whose Sov’reignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul-confirming oaths. I cannot leave to love, and yet I do: But there I leave to love, where I should love: Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose : If I keep them, I needs must lose myself: If I lose them, this find I by their loss, For Valentine, myself; for Julia, Silvia.
* It is to be observed, tbat in 6 O sweet suggesting love.] the first folio edition, the only To suggest is to tempt in our AuEdition of authority, there are no thour's language. directions concerning the scenes; they have been added by the lacer Editors, and may therefore
Knowing that tender youth is be changed by any reader that
foon luggested. can give more confiftency or regularity to the drama by such al. The sense is. O tempting love, terations. I make this remark if thou hast influenced me to fin, in this place, because I know not teach me to excuse it. Dr. War. whether the following soliloquy burton reads, if I have finn'd; of Protheus is fo proper in the but, I think, not only without ftreet.
neceflity, but with less elegance.
I to myself am dearer than a friend ;
S CE N E X.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.
And, even in kind love, I do conjure thee,
honour i A journey to my loving Prebus.
Myself, who am his competi. corcluded the act with this cou. tor or rival, being admitted to his ples, and that the third scene counsel.
shi uld begin the third act; but ? Pretended flight.] We may the change, as it will add nothing read intended flight.
to the probability of the actioii, 3 I fufpect that the authour is of no great importance.
Luc. Alas! the way is wearisome and long.
Jul. A true devoted pilgrim is not weary
Luc. Better forbear, 'till Protheus make return.
Luc. I do not feek to quench your love's hot fire,
burns. The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage : But when his fair course is not hinder'd, He makes sweet musick with th' enamel'd stones ; Giving a gentle kiss to every fedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage : And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean, Then let me go, and hinder not my course; Į'll be as patient as a gentle stream, And make a pastime of each weary step, ?Till the last step have brought me to my love ; And there I'll rest, as, after much curmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium.
Luc. But in what habit will you go along?
Jul. Not like a woman; for I would prevent
Luc. Why then your ladyship must cut your hair.
Jul. No, girl; I'll knit it up in filken Itrings, With twenty odd-conceited true-love-knots : To be fantaslick, may become a youth Of greater time than I shall fhew 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 what fashion chou beft lik’ft, Lucetta. Luc. You must reeds have them with a cod-piece,
Madam. Jul, Out, out, Lucelta! that will be ill-favour'd.
Luc. A round hofe, Madam, now's not worth a pin. Unless you have a cod-piece to fick pins on.
Jul. Lucetta, as thou lov'it me, let me have
Luc. It you think fo, then flay at home, and go not.
Luc. Then never dream on infamy, but go.
Duc. All these are servants to deceitful men.
Fil. Pase men, that ufe them to so base effect !
* Of Infinite. Old Edit.
His heart as far from fraud, as heaven from earch.
A CT III. .
The Duke's Palace, in Milan.
Entér Duke, Thurio, and Protheus.
IR Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while ;
[ Exit Thur. Now tell me, Protheus, what's your will with me?
Pro. My gracious lord, that which I would discover, The law of friendship bids me to conceal ; But when I call to mind your gracious favours Done to me, undeserving as I am, My duty pricks me on to utter that, Which, elle, no worldly good should draw from me. Know, worthy Prince, Sir Valentine my friend This night intends to steal away your daughter: