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His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Luc.

Pray heav’n he prove so when you come to him!

Jul.

Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that wrong,

To bear a hard opinion of his truth:

Only deserve my love by loving him,

And presently go with me to my chamber,

To take a note of what I stand in need of,

To furnish me upon my longing journey.

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,

My goods, my lands, my reputation;

Only, in lieu thereof, dispatch me hence.

Come; answer not; but to it presently,

I am impatient of my tarriance.

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Duke, Thurio, Proteus.

Duke.

Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, a while,

We have some secrets to confer about.

[Exit Thurio.]

Now tell me, Proteus, what’s your will with me?

Pro.

My gracious lord, that which I would discover

The law of friendship bids me to conceal,

But when I call to mind your gracious favors

Done to me (undeserving as I am),

My duty pricks me on to utter that

Which else no worldly good should draw from me.