William Shakespeare — Two Gentlemen of Verona Act 2 Scene 7

                             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       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;       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?       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. 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,       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,       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. LUCETTA       But in what habit will you go along? JULIA       Not like a woman; for I would prevent       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       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,       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,       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?       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,       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       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,       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       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.       Exeunt