Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter be both at once delivered. may Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her. 126 Pro. Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter: and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What said she? nothing? 132 Speed. No, not so much as 'Take this for thy pains.' To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testerned me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. [Exit Speed. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck, 124 at once] F1. om. F2F3F4. 125 [Giving him money. Collier, ed. 2 (after Capell). 128-132 Printed as verse in Ff. MS. to rhyme with letter in the 130 brought] brought to her Collier MS. 131 your] F. her FF3F4. you her Jackson conj. 133 What said she? nothing?] What 141 [Exit. said she, nothing? Ff. What, said she nothing? Pope. 134, 135 as 'Take...I thank you] as 'I thank you; take... Clark and Glover conj. testerned] FF3F4 cestern'd F1. 136 henceforth] F1F3F4. hencefore F2. letters] F1 letter F2F3F4 140 [Exit Speed.] Dyce. Exit. Johnson (after line 139). 143 [Exit.] om. Ff. [Exeunt. Rowe. SCENE II. The same. Garden of JULIA's house. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Luc. Please you repeat their names, I'll show my 5 mind Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine. 10 Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Luc. Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! 15 Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? 20 18 am] can Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). 19 censure...gentlemen] censure on α lovely gentleman Jervis conj. censure on this lovely gentleman Clark and Glover conj. thus] pass Hanmer. on lovely gentlemen] a lovely gentleman Pope. a loving gentleman Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). 20 of] on Jervis conj. Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. ye. Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? 25 30 335 Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Pro teus. He would have given it you; but I, being in the way, Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. 28 loves] lov'd Keightley. 30 Fire] Ff. The fire Pope. that's] that is Johnson. 34 [Gives a letter. Collier MS. [Giving a letter. Collier, ed. 2 (after Capell). 45 39 being in the way] being by Pope. me Pope. 46 [Gives it back. Collier MS. [Giving back the letter. Collier, ed. 2 (after Capell). Jul. Will ye be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the letter: It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view! Which they would have the profferer construe 'ay.' When willingly I would have had her here! And ask remission for my folly past. 50 55 60 65 That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Jul. What is't that you took up so gingerly? 49 ye] you Malone. 53 What fool] F4. What 'foole F1F2F3. 66 Re-enter Lucetta.] Rowe. om. Ff. near] om. Boswell. 70 69 [Dropping the letter, and taking it up again. Collier, ed. 2 (Collier MS.). 70 What...gingerly?] As in Collier. Two lines, the first ending you, in Ff. that] om. Steevens (1793), ending the line at up. Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didst thou stoop, then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie. for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. 75 Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. 80 Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible. Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.' Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. 85 Heavy! belike it hath some burden, then? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. Jul. Let's see your song. I cannot reach so high. How now, minion! Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet methinks I do not like this tune. 90 Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant : Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass. 95 |