Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from 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 !" ; Luc. To plead for love deserves 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 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? 5 Matchmaker. And ask remission for my folly past: What ho! Lucetta! Luc. Re-enter LUCETTA. What would your ladyship? I would it were; Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. Why did'st 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. Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme. 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: Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. Jul. Let's see your song: 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. 6 Passion or obstinacy. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:' Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc. Indeed, I did the base for Proteus. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation ! [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. 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! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ-kind Julia; As in revenge of thy ingratitude, unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. And throw it thence into the raging sea! that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, sith so prettily 2 The tenor in musick. I A term in musick. He couples it to his complaining names: 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 you 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. see; I see things too, although you judge I wink. The same. SCENE III. A room in Antonio's House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad' talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation," Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some, to discover islands far away; Some, to the studious universities. For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; To let him spend his time no more at home, Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that And perfected by the swift course of time: Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution I will dispatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, And to commend their service to his will. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go And, in good time,-now will we break with him.' 7 Reproach. 8 Break the matter to him. |