In requital whereof, henceforth, carry your letters your [Exit Speed.] I must goe send some better Messenger, [The same. Scœna Secunda. Garden of Julia's house.] Enter Julia and Lucetta. 150 Exit. Jul. But say Lucetta (now we are alone) Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile shew my minde, According to my shallow simple skill. Ju. What thinkst thou of the faire sir Eglamoure? Lu. As of a Knight, well-spoken, neat, and fine; But were I you, he never should be mine. IO Ju. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? 7. par'le: parle-RowE. That I (unworthy body as I am) 20 Should censure1 thus on lovely Gentlemen. 1criticize Lu. I have no other but a womans reason: I thinke him so, because I thinke him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Lu. Peruse this paper Madam. Jul. Say, say: who gave it thee? 39 Lu. Sir Valentines page & 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 Broker2: Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? 2 go To whisper, and conspire against my youth? between Now trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place: There: take the paper: see it be return'd, Or else returne no more into my sight. Lu. To plead for love, deserves more fee, then hate. ful. Will ye be gon? Lu. That you may ruminate. 51 Exit. Jul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter; It were a shame to call her backe againe, [Re-enter Lucetta.] Lu. What would your Ladiship? Jul. Is't neere dinner time? Lu. I would it were, That you might kill your stomacke on your meat, And not upon your Maid. Ju. What is't that you Tooke up so gingerly? Lu. Nothing. Ju. Why didst thou stoope then? Lu. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Lu. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lye, for those that it concernes. 56. What 'foole: What a fool-Cambridge. 75-6. I 1.-HALLIWELL. 60 70 80 Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes, Unlesse it have a false Interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours, hath writ to you in Rime. Lu. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune: Give me a Note, your Ladiship can set Jul. As little by such toyes, as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light O, Love. Lu. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Lu. I cannot reach so high. Ju. Let's see your Song: How now Minion? Lu. Keepe tune there still; so you will sing it out: And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune. Ju. You doe not? Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe. Ju. You (Minion) are too saucie. 90 100 1 second part 2 tenor And marre the concord, with too harsh a descant:1 your Song. Ju. The meane is dround with you unruly base. Lu. Indeede I bid the base for Protheus. Ju. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me; Here is a coile with protestation: [Tears the letter.] Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye: You would be fingring them, to anger me. 110 Lu. She makes it strange, but she would be best pleas'd To be so angred with another Letter. [Exit.] Ju. Nay, would I were so angred with the samc: Oh hatefull hands, to teare such loving words; 89. Light 0, Love: 'Light o' love '-THEOBALD. 95-6. I 1.-HANmer. 113. samc: same-2-4 F. Injurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony, 120 I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones, 130 Except mine own name: That, some whirle-winde beare [Re-enter Lucetta.] 2 since 140 Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies. Ju. Well, let us goe. Lu. What, shall these papers lye, like Tel-tales here? Ju. If you respect them; best to take them up. Ln. Nay, I was taken up, for laying them downe. Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold. 139. new 1. at Dinner-HANMER. |