DUKE.
Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
And built so shelving that one cannot climb it
Without apparent hazard of his life.
VALENTINE.
Why, then a ladder quaintly made of cords
To cast up with a pair of anchoring hooks,
Would serve to scale another Hero’s tower,
So bold Leander would adventure it.
DUKE.
Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
Advise me where I may have such a ladder.
VALENTINE.
When would you use it? Pray, sir, tell me that.
DUKE.
This very night; for Love is like a child
That longs for everything that he can come by.
VALENTINE.
By seven o’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?
VALENTINE.
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?
VALENTINE.
Ay, my good lord.