Imagens das páginas

Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore.
I mult go send some better messenger:
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE changes to Julia's Chamber.

Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But fay, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, Madam, so you ftumble not unheedfully.

jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Luc. Please you repeat their names; I'll shew my According to my shallow simple skill. [mind,

jul. What thinkeft thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

Luc. As of a Knight well spoken, neat and fine; But were I you; he never should be mine.

jul. What thinkelt thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, fo, fo. Jul. Whar thinkest thou of the gentle Protheus? Luc. Lord, Lord ! to see what folly reigns in us ! jul. How now? what means this pafliun at his

name? Luc. Pardon, dear Madam; 'tis å passing shane, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the ret? Luc. Then thus; of many good, I think him beft. Jul. Your reason!

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think hin-fo; because I think him fo. [him?

Jul. And wouldelt thou have me caft my love on Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. VOL. IV.


Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved mér
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small.
Luc. The fire that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love,' that do not shew their

Luc. Oh, they love least, that let men know their

love. Jul. I would I knew his mind. Luc. Peruse this paper, Madam. Jul. To Julia ; fay, from whom? Luc. That the contents will shew. Jul. Say, fay; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,

from Protheus. 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! Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and conspire again t my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper ; see it be returned, Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fec than

hate. Jul. Will ye 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? Since maids, in modesty, say no, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, azó

Fy, fy, how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a testy babe, will fcratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here !
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Luc. What would your Ladyship?
Jul. Ist near dinner-time?

Luc: I would it were ;
you might


stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid..

Jul. What is't that you
Took up fo gingerly?

Luc. Nothing
Jal. Why didit thou stoop then?
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Ful. And is that paper nothing?
Luc. Nothing concerning me.
Jul. Then let it ly for those that it concerns.

Luc. Madam, it will not ly where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme, Luc. That I miglit sing it, Madam, to a tune : Give me a note ; your Ladyship can fet.

Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jut. Heavy? belike it hath fome burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fingit.
Jul. And why not you?


Luc. I cannot reach fo highe

Jul. Let's see your song: How now, minion?

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will fing it out And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not?.
Luc. No, Madam, 'tis too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too faucy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too fiat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:
There wanteth but a mean, to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drowned with your unruly base.. Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Protheus, (5

Jul. This bauble shall not henceforth trouble me.. Here is a coil with protestation ! [Tears it. Go, get you gone; and let the papers ly: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be beft

pleased To be fo angered with another letter. [Exit.

Jul. Nay, would I were fo angered with the same! On hateful hands, to tear such loving words; Injurious wasps, to feed on such. sweet honey, And kill the bees that yield it with your ftings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends: Look, here is writ kind Julia. Unkind Julia ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name againit the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuouffy on thy disdain. Look, here is writ, Love-wounded Protheus.

(s) I bid the base for Protheus.] Lucetta here alters the allegory from the base in mufic to a country-exercise, called in the North, bid-the-befe; in which some pursue, to take the others prisoners. So that Lucetta would intend to say, Indeed, I take pains to make you a captivg for Protheus.'

Mr Wari lalon

Poor wounded name! my bofom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be throughly healed;
And thus I fearch it with a sovereign kits.
But twice, or thrice, was Protheus 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
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging sea !
Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Poor forlorn Protheus, passionate Protheus
To the sweet Julia : that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, fith fo prettily
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another ;.
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

Luc. Madam,dinner is ready, and your father ftays,
Jul. Well, let us go.
Luc. What, shall these papers ly like tell-tales liere?''
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 ly, for catching cold..

ful. I see you have a month's mind to thein.

Luc. Ay, Madam; you may fay what fights you fee: I see things too, although you judge 1 wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.

SCENE, Anthonie's House

Enter A'NTHONIQ and PANTHION.Ant. Tell me, Panthion, what fad talk was that Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?

Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon, Ant. Why, what of him?

« AnteriorContinuar »