Luc. That the contents will shew. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee 190 Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Protheus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! There, take the paper, see it be return'd; 200 Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. 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. 211 And would not force the letter to my view? When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! And ask remission for my folly past :→→→ What ho! Lucetta! Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc. I would, it were; 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? 220 Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. 230 Jul. And is that paper nothing? 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. Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhime. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: 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. 240 Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out : And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. 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 : 250 Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie : [Tears it. 260 Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, 270 Shall 280 Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. If thou respect them, best to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul., Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE III. ANTHONIO'S House. Enter ANTHONIO, and PAN THINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? 300 Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship He said, that Protheus, your son, was meet; 310 Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; And perfected by the swift course of time: 320 Pant. |