Pro. What, faid the nothing? Speed. No, not fo much as--take this for thy pains: To teftify your bounty, I thank you, you have teftern'd me: In requital whereof, henceforth carry your letter your- [Exeunt feverally. SCEN E III. Changes to Julia's Chamber. Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul. B Would't thou then counfel me to fall in UT fay, Lucetta, now we are alone, love? Luc. Ay, madam, fo you stumble not unheedfully. That ev'ry day with parle encounter me, Luc. Please you, repeat their names; I'll fhew my According to my fhallow fimple skill. Jul. What think'ft thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. As of a Knight well fpoken, neat and fine; But were I you, he never fhould be mine. Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Jul. ful. How now? what means this paffion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a paffing fhame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should cenfure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reft? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reafon; I think him fo, because I think him fo. ful. And would'st thou have me caft my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not caft away. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and fent, I think, from He would have giv'n it you, but I, being in the way, Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate. N 3 Jul. Jul. Will ye be gone? Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet I would, I had o'er-look'd the letter. It were a fhame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her. And ask remiffion for my folly past. Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is't near dinner-time? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't that you Took up fo gingerly? • Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didft thou ftoop then? Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. ful. 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, Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible: Luc. I cannot reach fo high. Jul. Let's fee your fong: 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. And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye: [Tears it. Luc. She makes it ftrange, but fhe would be best pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. 4 Indeed I bid the bafe for Protheus] The speaker here turns the allufion (which her miltress employed) from the bafe 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 fay, indeed I take pains to make you a Captive to Protheus's paffion.He uses the fame allufion in his Venus and Adonis, To bid the winds a base he now prepares. and in his Cymbaline he mentions the game, Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame! Look, here is writ kind Julia ;Unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones; But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down; And throw it thence into the raging fea! Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Luc. What, fhall these papers lye like tell-tales here? Ful. 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 say what fights you fee: I fee things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't pleafe you go? [Exeunt. SCENE |