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So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine eye, or Valentine’s praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression, [195]
That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
She is fair; and so is Julia that I love -
That I did love, for now my love is thawed;
Which, like a waxen image ’gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was. [200]
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
And that I love him not as I was wont.
O, but I love his lady too too much,
And that’s the reason I love him so little.
How shall I dote on her with more advice, [205]
That thus without advice begin to love her!
’Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzlèd my reason’s light;
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind. [210]
If I can check my erring love, I will;
If not, to compass her I’ll use my skill.

Exit.

Scene V IT

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, [5]
“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? [10]