JUL. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love leaft, that let men know their love. JUL. I would, I knew his mind. Luc. Perufe this paper, madam. JUL. To Julia,-Say, from whom? Luc. That the contents will fhew. JUL. Say, fay; who gave it thee? [teus: Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and fent, I think, from ProHe 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 modefty, a goodly broker! Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and confpire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, fee it be return'd; Or elfe return no more into my fight. Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate. JUL. Will you be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. JUL. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a fhame, to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Which they would have the profferer conftrue, Ay. When inward joy enforc'd my heart to fmile! Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyfhip? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your And not upon your maid. ftomach on your meat, JUL. What is't you took up So gingerly? Luc. Nothing. JUL. Why did'ft thou ftoop 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 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 ladyship can set. JUL. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible: Beft fing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune. JUL. Heavy? belike, it hath fome burden then. Luc. I cannot reach fo high. JUL. Let's fee your fong :-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there ftill, so you will fing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune, JUL. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too fharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant : your fong. JUL. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. JUL. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with proteftation!- [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering 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. I throw thy name against the bruising stones, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And throw it thence into the raging sea ! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,— Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what Re-enter LUCETTA, you will. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. JUL. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here? FUL. I fee, you have a month's mind to them. I fee things too, although you judge I wink. fee [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Room in ANTONIO'S House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. ANT. Tell me, Panthino, what fad talk was that, PANT. He wonder'd, that your lordship He faid, that Proteus, your fon, was meet; To let him spend his time no more at home, ANT. Nor need'ft thou much impórtune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have confider'd well his loss of time; And perfected by the fwift course of time: Attends the emperor in his royal court. ANT. I know it well. [thither : PANT. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him There shall he practice tilts and tournaments, Hear fweet difcourfe, converse with noblemen; 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 fhall make known; Even with the speedieft expedition I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. PANT. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonfo, 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 shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him. |