ACT I Luc. Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. Luc. 30 Peruse this paper, Madam. JUL. To Julia.-Say, from whom? That the contents will show. 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. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Luc. [aside.] That you may ruminate. JUL. And yet I would I had o'erlook'd the letter: And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Which they would have the profferer construe Ay. 40 [exit. 50 That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, 60 1 matchmaker. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. 71 JUL. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Unless it have a false interpreter. JUL. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme. Give me a note: your Ladyship can set. Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Luc. JUL. Let's see your song. I cannot reach so high. Why, 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. 80 No, Madam; it is too sharp. Nay, now you are too flat, JUL. You, minion, are too saucy. Luc. JUL. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass. JUL. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me : Here is a coil with protestation!— 1 paraphrase. 3 challenge pursuit (in the game of Prisoners' Base). 90 [tears the letter. ACT I Sc. II 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. JUL. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, [exit. Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd; But twice or thrice was Proteus written down: Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, Till I have found each letter in the letter, Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear And throw it thence into the raging sea !—— Re-enter LUCETTA. IOO Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? 130 Luc. Ay, Madam, you may see what sights you think; I see things too, although you judge I wink. JUL. Come, come; will 't please you go? [exeunt. SCENE III. The Same. A Room in ANTONIO'S House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHION. ANT. Tell me, Panthion, what sad1 talk was that He wonder'd that your Lordship Some to the studious universities. He said that Proteus your son was meet; ANT. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that I have consider'd well his loss of time, And perfected by the swift course of time. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? ANT. I know it well. ΙΟ 20 PAN. "Twere good, I think, your Lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen, 30 ACT I Sc. II ACT I And be in eye of every exercise Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Even with the speediest expedition I will dispatch him to the Emperor's Court. ANT. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: PRO. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! ANT. How now! what letter are you reading there? ANT. Lend me the letter: let me see what news. And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And not depending on his friendly wish. I am resolv'd that thou shalt spend some time 50 60 |