Act 2 - Scene 7
Verona. JULIA'S house.
Enter JULIA and LUCETTA
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
with my honour, I may undertake
A journey to my loving Proteus.
Alas, the way is wearisome and long!
A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps;
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
Better forbear till Proteus make return.
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
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
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.
The more thou damm'st it up, the more it burns.
The current that with gentle murmur glides,
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,
by many winding nooks he strays
With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Then let me go and hinder not my
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.
But in what habit will you go along?
Not like a woman; for I would prevent
The loose encounters of lascivious men:
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with
As may beseem some well-reputed page.
Why, then, your ladyship must cut your hair.
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