The Same. A Street. |
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Enter SPEED and LAUNCE. |
Speed. Launce! by mine honesty, welcome to Milan! |
Launce. Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always that a man is never undone till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say, 'Welcome!' |
Speed. Come on, you madcap, I'll to the alehouse with you presently; where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part with Madam Julia? |
Launce. Marry, after they closed in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest. |
Speed. But shall she marry him? |
Launce. No. |
Speed. How then? Shall he marry her? |
Launce. No, neither. |
Speed. What, are they broken? |
Launce. No, they are both as whole as a fish. |
Speed. Why then, how stands the matter with them? |
Launce. Marry, thus; when it stands well with him, it stands well with her. |
Speed. What an ass art thou! I understand thee not. |
Launce. What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me. |
Speed. What thou sayest? |
Launce. Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I'll but lean, and my staff understands me. |
Speed. It stands under thee, indeed. |
Launce. Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one. |
Speed. But tell me true, will't be a match? |
Launce. Ask my dog: if he say ay, it will; if he say no, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will. |
Speed. The conclusion is, then, that it will. |
Launce. Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable. |
Speed. 'Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how sayest thou, that my master is become a notable lover? |
Launce. I never knew him otherwise. |
Speed. Than how? |
Launce. A notable lubber, as thou reportest him to be. |
Speed. Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistakest me. |
Launce. Why, fool, I meant not thee; I meant thy master. |
Speed. I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover. |
Launce. Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt go with me to the alehouse so; if not, thou art a Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian. |
Speed. Why? |
Launce. Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go? |
Speed. At thy service. [Exeunt. |
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