How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! And afk remiffion for my folly past. Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your Ladyfhip? Jul. Is't near dinner-time? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your ftomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't that you Took up fo gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didit thou ftoop then? Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lye for thofe that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lye, 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 ladyfhip can set. ful. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible: Belt 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. ful. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach fo high. Jul. Let's fee your fong; 2 finacy. -fomach on your meat.] Stomach was used for paffion or ok How How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam, 'tis too fharp Jul. You, minion, are too fawcy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, [Boxes ber. And mar the concord with too harfh a defcant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [Tears it. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye : You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it ftrange, but he would be best pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame! Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words! Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch fweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your ftings! I'll kiss each feveral paper for amends: Look, here is writ kind Julia; As in revenge of thy ingratitude, -Unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones; Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus.] The fpeaker here turns the allufion (which her miftiefs employed) from the base in mufick to a country exercife Bid the Bafe: In which fome purfue, and others are made prifoners. So that Lucetta would intend, by this, to lay, indeed He tive to Protheus's paffion. To bid the winds a bale be now and in his Cymbeline he mentions the game, Lads more like 1 take pains to make you a cap- To run the country Bafe. WARB. Shall Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd; But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down; Except mine own name: That fome whirl-wind bear Enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lye like tell-tales here? Jul. If thou refpect them, beft to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they fhall not lye, for catching cold. Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may fay what fights you fee: I fee things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't pleafe you go? [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE IV. Anthonio's House. Enter Anthonio and Panthion. Ant.ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was Ant.TE] that, + Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have confider'd well his lofs of time; 4—what fad talk.] Sad is the fame as grave or jerious. 5 Some to difcover lands far away.] In Shakespear's time, voyages for the ditcovery of the islands of America were much in vogue. And we find, in the journals of the travellers of that time, that the fons of noblemen, and of others of the beft families in England, went very frequently on there adventures. Such as the Fortefcues, Collitons, Thorn-bills, Farmers, Pickerings, Littletons, Willoughbys, Chefters, Hawleys, Bromleys, and others. To this prevailing fashion, our poet frequently alludes, and not without high commendations of it. WARBURTON, And And perfected by the swift courfe of time, 6 Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thither; There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd: And that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it fhall make known; Ev'n 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 fhall Protheus go. And, in good time,-now will we break with him. 7 6 Attends the Emperor in his Royal Court.] The Emperor's Royal Court is properly at Vienna, but Valentine, 'tis plain, is at Milan; where, in most other Paffages, 'tis faid he is attending the Duke, who makes one of the Characters in the Drama. This feems to convict the Author of a Forgetfulness and Contradiction; but, perhaps, it may be folved thus, and Milan be called the Emperor's Court; as, fince the Reign of Charlemaigne, this Dukedom and its Territories have belong'd to the Emperors. I wish I could as easily folve an other Abfurdity, which encounters us; of Valentine's gɔing from Verona to Milan, both Inland Places, by Sea THEOBALD. Mr Theobald discovers not any great kill in history. Vienna is not the court of the Emperour as Emperour, nor hae Milan been always without its princes fince the days of Charlemaigne; but the note has its ufe. 7 in good time.] In good time was the old expreffion when fomething happened which fuited the thing in hand, as the French fay, a prepes, Ent.r |