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. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it.
ful. And why not you?

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.
Luc. Indeed I bid the bafe for Protheus.

Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation

[Tears it. Go,

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye :
You would be fingring them to anger me.

Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be beft pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter.

[Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame!
Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words!
Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch sweet honey,
And kill the bees that yield it, with your ftings!
I'll kiss each several paper for amends:

Look, here is writ, kind Julia; unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruifing stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ, Love-wounded Protheus,
Poor wounded name! my bofom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee 'till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd;
And thus I fearch it with a fov'reign kifs.

But twice or thrice was Protheus written down :
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away,
'Till I have found each letter in the letter,

Except mine own name: That some whirl-wind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging fea!"
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus,
To the fweet Julia: that I'll tear away:
And yet I will not, fith fo prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another;

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.
Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Enter Anthonio and Panthion.
Ant. Tell me, Panthion, what fad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloifter?
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon.
Ant. Why, what of him?

Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men of flender reputation
Put forth their fons to feek preferment out:
Some to the wars to try their fortune there;
Some to discover iflands far away;
Some to the ftudious univerfities.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet;
And did request me to importune you

To let him spend his time no more at home;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his lofs of time
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, nor tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And perfected by the swift courfe of time;
Then tell me, whither were I best to send him?
Pant. I think your lordship not ignorant,

How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the Emperor in his royal court.

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,
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alpbenfe,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,

Are journeying to falute the Emperor,

And to commend their fervice to his will.

Ant. Good company: with them fhall Protheus go,
And, in good time, now will we break with him.
Enter Protheus.

Pro. Sweet love, fweet lines, fweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn.
O that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To feal our happiness with their confents!
Oh heav'nly Julia!

Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
Of commendation fent from Valentine;

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?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly with.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wifh :
Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;
For what I will, I will; and there's an end.
I am refolv'd that thou fhalt spend some time
With Valentino in the Emp'ror's court:
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition thou fhalt have from me :
To-morrow be in readiness to go.

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.
Pro. Thus have I fhunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to fhew my father Julia's letter,
Left he should take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
Hath he excepted most against my love.
Oh, how the spring of love resembleth well
Th' uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Enter Panthion.

Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you;
He is in hafte, therefore I pray you, go.
Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto,
And yet a thousand times it answers no.

ACT H. SCENE I.
SCENE changes to Milan.
Enter Valentine and Speed,

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!
Val. How now, Sirrah?

Speed. She is not within hearing, Sir.

Val. Why, Sir, who bad you call her?
Speed. Your worship, Sir, or else I mistook.

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.

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