Page 1926 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1926
And there I’ll rest as, after much turmoil,
A blessèd soul doth in Elysium.
LUCET T A
But in what habit will you go along?
JULIA
Not like a woman, for I would prevent [40]
The loose encounters of lascivious men.
Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds
As may beseem some well-reputed page.
LUCET T A
Why then, your ladyship must cut your hair.
JULIA
No, girl, I’ll knit it up in silken strings [45]
With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots -
To be fantastic may become a youth
Of greater time than I shall show to be.
LUCET T A
What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches?
JULIA
That fits as well, as “Tell me, good my lord, [50]
What compass will you wear your farthingale?”
Why e’en what fashion thou best likes, Lucetta.
LUCET T A
You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.
JULIA
Out, out, Lucetta, that will be ill-favoured.
LUCET T A
A round hose, madam, now’s not worth a pin, [55]
Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on.
JULIA
