Two Gentlemen of Verona Scenes
Milan. A street.
Launce and Speed meet. Launce is still not very happy, but Speed promises to cheer him up with a visit to an alehouse. They discuss Proteus and Julia before taking off for a drink. ( line)
Enter Speed and Launce, meeting.
Launce, by mine honesty, welcome to Milan.
Forswear not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never undone till he be hang’d, nor never welcome to a place till some certain shot be paid and the hostess say “Welcome.”
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?
Marry, after they clos’d in earnest, they parted very fairly in jest.
But shall she marry him?
How then? Shall he marry her?
What, are they broken?
No, they are both as whole as a fish.
Why then, how stands the matter with them?
Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands well with her.
What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.
What a block art thou, that thou canst not! My staff understands me.
What thou say’st?
Ay, and what I do too. Look thee, I’ll but lean, and my staff understands me.
It stands under thee indeed.
Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.
But tell me true, will’t be a match?
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.
The conclusion is then, that it will.
Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable.
’Tis well that I get it so. But, Launce, how say’st thou that my master is become a notable lover?
I never knew him otherwise.
A notable lubber—as thou reportest him to be.
Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistak’st me.
Why, fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy master.
I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.
Why, I tell thee, I care not, though he burn himself in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse; if not, thou art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.
Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to go to the ale with a Christian. Wilt thou go?
At thy service.