ACT II SCENE VII | Verona. Julia's house. | |
[Enter JULIA and LUCETTA] |
JULIA | 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 and engraved, |
| To lesson me and tell me some good mean | 5 |
| How, with my honour, I may undertake |
| A journey to my loving Proteus. |
LUCETTA | Alas, the way is wearisome and long! |
JULIA | A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary |
| To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; | 10 |
| Much less shall she that hath Love's wings to fly, |
| And when the flight is made to one so dear, |
| Of such divine perfection, as Sir Proteus. |
LUCETTA | Better forbear till Proteus make return. |
JULIA | O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's food? | 15 |
| Pity the dearth that I have pined in, |
| By longing for that food so long a time. |
| Didst thou but know the inly touch of love, |
| Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow |
| As seek to quench the fire of love with words. | 20 |
LUCETTA | 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. |
JULIA | The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns. |
| The current that with gentle murmur glides, | 25 |
| Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage; |
| But when his fair course is not hindered, |
| He makes sweet music with the enamell'ed stones, |
| Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge |
| He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, | 30 |
| And so by many winding nooks he strays |
| With willing sport to the wild ocean. |
| Then let me go and hinder not my course |
| I'll be as patient as a gentle stream |
| And make a pastime of each weary step, | 35 |
| Till the last step have brought me to my love; |
| And there I'll rest, as after much turmoil |
| A blessed soul doth in Elysium. |
LUCETTA | But in what habit will you go along? |
JULIA | Not like a woman; for I would prevent | 40 |
| The loose encounters of lascivious men: |
| Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds |
| As may beseem some well-reputed page. |
LUCETTA | Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair. |
JULIA | No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings | 45 |
| With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots. |
| To be fantastic may become a youth |
| Of greater time than I shall show to be. |
LUCETTA | What fashion, madam shall I make your breeches? |
JULIA | That fits as well as 'Tell me, good my lord, | 50 |
| What compass will you wear your farthingale?' |
| Why even what fashion thou best likest, Lucetta. |
LUCETTA | You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam. |
JULIA | Out, out, Lucetta! that would be ill-favour'd. |
LUCETTA | A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin, | 55 |
| Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on. |
JULIA | Lucetta, as thou lovest me, let me have |
| What thou thinkest meet and is most mannerly. |
| But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me |
| For undertaking so unstaid a journey? | 60 |
| I fear me, it will make me scandalized. |
LUCETTA | If you think so, then stay at home and go not. |
JULIA | Nay, that I will not. |
LUCETTA | Then never dream on infamy, but go. |
| If Proteus like your journey when you come, | 65 |
| No matter who's displeased when you are gone: |
| I fear me, he will scarce be pleased withal. |
JULIA | That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear: |
| A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears |
| And instances of infinite of love | 70 |
| Warrant me welcome to my Proteus. |
LUCETTA | All these are servants to deceitful men. |
JULIA | Base men, that use them to so base effect! |
| But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth |
| His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, | 75 |
| His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, |
| His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, |
| His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. |
LUCETTA | Pray heaven he prove so, when you come to him! |
JULIA | Now, as thou lovest me, do him not that wrong | 80 |
| To bear a hard opinion of his truth: |
| Only deserve my love by loving him; |
| And presently go with me to my chamber, |
| To take a note of what I stand in need of, |
| To furnish me upon my longing journey. | 85 |
| All that is mine I leave at thy dispose, |
| My goods, my lands, my reputation; |
| Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence. |
| Come, answer not, but to it presently! |
| I am impatient of my tarriance. | 90 |
[Exeunt] |