Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iul. Lucetta, as thou lou'st me let me haue
Iul. What thou think'st meet, and is most mannerly.
Iul. But tell me (wench) how will the world repute me
Iul. For vndertaking s? vnstaid a iourney?
Iul. I feare me it will make me scandaliz'd.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. If you thinke so, then stay at home, and go not.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Nay, that I will not.
Luc. Then neuer dreame on Infamy, but go:
Luc. If Protheus like your iourney, when you come,
Luc. No matter who's displeas'd, when you are gone:
Luc. I feare me he will scarce be pleas'd with all.
Iul. That is the least (Lucetta) of my feare:
Iul. A thousand oathes, an Ocean of his teares,
Iul. And instances of infinite of Loue,
Iul. Warrant me welcome to my Protheus.