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- $Title{The Two Gentlemen of Verona: Act II, Scene VII}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00200.txt}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA
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- ACT II
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- SCENE VII: Verona. JULIA'S house.
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- {Enter JULIA and LUCETTA.}
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- 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
- How, with my honor, I may undertake
- A journey to my loving Proteus.
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- LUCETTA: Alas, the way is wearisome and long!
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- 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.
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- LUCETTA: Better forbear till Proteus make return.
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- JULIA: O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's food?
- 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
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- 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.
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- JULIA: The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns.
- The current that with gentle murmur glides,
- 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,
- 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.
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- LUCETTA: But in what habit will you go along?
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- 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.
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- LUCETTA: Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair.
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- JULIA: No, girl, I'll knit it up in silken strings
- With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots.
- To be fantastic may become a youth
- Of greater time than I shall show to be.
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- LUCETTA: What fashion, madam shall I make your breeches?
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- 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.
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- LUCETTA: You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.
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- JULIA: Out, out, Lucetta! that would be ill-favor'd.
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- LUCETTA: A round hose, madam, now's not worth a pin,
- Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on.
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- 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.
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- LUCETTA: If you think so, then stay at home and go not.
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- JULIA: Nay, that I will not.
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- LUCETTA: Then never dream on infamy, but go.
- If Proteus like your journey when you come,
- No matter who's displeased when you are gone:
- I fear me, he will scarce be pleased withal.
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- 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.
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- LUCETTA: All these are servants to deceitful men.
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- 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,
- His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
- His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
- His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
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- LUCETTA: Pray heaven he prove so, when you come to him!
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- 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.
- 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
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- [Exeunt.]
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