To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, Being destined to a drier death on shore. [Exit Speed. I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Scene II. The same. Garden of Julia's house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou, then, counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, 151 [Exit. . In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? ΙΟ Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee? 20 30 Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus. He would have given it you; but I, being in the way, Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. 41 Jul. Will ye be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the letter: [Exit. 50 And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. When willingly I would have had her here! And ask remission for my folly past. 60 That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is 't that you took up so gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. 70 Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Give me a note: your ladyship can set. · Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.' Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then? Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song. How now, minion! Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. 80 90 [Tears the letter. Go get you gone, and let the papers lie : Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! [Exit. Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, Look, here is writ kind Julia.' Unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, 110 Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; But twice or thrice was 'Proteus' written down. Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Luc. Madam, Re-enter Lucetta. Dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: 121 130 |