_Jul._ Lucetta, as thou lovest me, let me have What thou think'st 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. _Luc._ If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. _Jul._ Nay, that I will not. _Luc._ 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. _Jul._ 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. _Luc._ All these are servants to deceitful men. _Jul._ 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. _Luc._ Pray heaven he prove so, when you come to him! _Jul._ 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. [_Exeunt._ 90 Notes: II, 7. SCENE VII.] SCENE X. Pope. 13: _perfection_] F1 F2 F4. _perfections_ F3. 18: _inly_] F1 F2. _inchly_ F3 F4. 22: _extreme_] _extremest_ Pope. 32: _wild_] _wide_ Collier MS. 47: _fantastic_] _fantantastique_ F2. 52: _likest_] Pope. _likes_ Ff. 67: _withal_] _with all_ F1 F4. _withall_ F2 F3. 70: _of infinite_] F1. _as infinite_ F2 F3 F4. _of the infinite_ Malone. 85: _longing_] _loving_ Collier MS. 89: _to it_] _do it_ Warburton. ACT III. SCENE I. _Milan. Ante-room in the DUKE'S palace._ _Enter DUKE, THURIO, and PROTEUS._ _Duke._ Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile; We have some secrets to confer about. [_Exit Thu._ Now, tell me, Proteus, what's your will with me?