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With willing sport to the wild ocean.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course:

I’ll be as patient as a gentle stream,

And make a pastime of each weary step,

Till the last step have brought me to my love,

And there I’ll rest, as after much turmoil

A blessed soul doth in Elysium.

Luc.

But in what habit will you go along?

Jul.

Not like a woman, for I would prevent

The loose encounters of lascivious men:

Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds

As may beseem some well-reputed page.

Luc.

Why then your ladyship must cut your hair.

Jul.

No, girl, I’ll knit it up in silken strings,

With twenty odd-conceited true-love knots:

To be fantastic may become a youth

Of greater time than I shall show to be.

Luc.

What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches?

Jul.

That fits as well as “Tell me, good my lord,

What compass will you wear your farthingale?”

Why, ev’n what fashion thou best likes, Lucetta.

Luc.

You must needs have them with a codpiece, madam.

Jul.

Out, out, Lucetta, that will be ill-favor’d.