Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc. I would it were, That you might kill your ftomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't that you Took up fo gingerly? Luc. Nothing. ful. Why didft thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. ful. And is that nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lye for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lye where it concerns, Unless it have a falfe interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhime, Luc. That I might fing it, Madam, to a tune; Give me a note; your ladyfhip can set. Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible; Beft fing to the tune of Light O love. Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune. Jul. Heavy; belike it hath fome burthen then. Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's fee your fong-why, how now, minion? [Gives her a box on the car. Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out: And yet methinks I do not like the tune. Jul. You do not. Luc. No, Madam, it is too fharp. Jul. You are too fawcy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant: There wanteth but a mean to fill your fong. Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me. [Tears it. Go, Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye : Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be beft pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Look, here is writ, kind Julia; unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruifing stones, But twice or thrice was Protheus written down : Except mine own name: That some whirl-wind bear Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will. Luc. Madam, Enter Lucetta. Dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lye like tell-tales here ? Jul. If thou refpect them, beft to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lye for catching cold. Jul. I fee you have a month's mind to them, minion! Luc. Ay, Madam, you may fay what fights you fee: I fee things too, although you judge I wink. Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship To let him spend his time no more at home; Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that How his companion, youthful Valentine, Ant. I know it well. [thither; Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him There fhall he practise tilts and turnaments, Hear fweet difcourfe, converse with noblemen, And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth, Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd; And that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Ev'n with the speedieft expedition I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court, Are journeying to falute the Emperor, And to commend their fervice to his will. Ant. Good company: with them fhall Protheus go, Pro. Sweet love, fweet lines, fweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me fee what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov❜d, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. And how ftand you affected to his wifh? Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wifh : Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided; Pleafe you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'ft fhall be fent after thee: No more of ftay: to-morrow thou must go. Come Come on, Panthion; you fhall be imploy'd To haften on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant. and Pant. Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you; ACT H. SCENE I. IR, your glove. Speed. Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. [Exeunt. Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is but one. Val. Ha? let me fee: ay, give it me, it's mine: Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! Ah Silvia, Silvia! Speed. Madam Silvia! Madam Silvia! Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir. Val. Why, Sir, who bad you call her? Val. Well, you'll ftill be too forward. Speed. And yet I was laft chidden for being too flow. Val. Go to, Sir; tell me, do you know Madam Silvia? Speed. She that your worship loves? Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by these fpecial marks: first, you have learn'd, like Sir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a malecontent, to relish a love-fong like a Robin-red-breast, to VOL. I. N walk |