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By seven a’ clock I’ll get you such a ladder.

Duke.

But hark thee: I will go to her alone.

How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

Val.

It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it

Under a cloak that is of any length.

Duke.

A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?

Val.

Ay, my good lord.

Duke.

Then let me see thy cloak—

I’ll get me one of such another length.

Val.

Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

Duke.

How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?

I pray thee let me feel thy cloak upon me.

What letter is this same? What’s here? “To Silvia”?

And here an engine fit for my proceeding!

I’ll be so bold to break the seal for once.

[Reads.]

“My thoughts do harbor with my Silvia nightly,

And slaves they are to me that send them flying:

O, could their master come and go as lightly,

Himself would lodge where, senseless, they are lying!

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,

While I, their king, that thither them importune,

Do curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them,