Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.
Jul. Now, by my modefty, a goodly broker!
Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and confpire against 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 return'd;
Or else return no more into my fight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?

Luc. That you may ruminate.

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 fhe, that knows I am a maid,
And would not fofce the letter to my view?

P

Since maids, in modefty fay No, to that

Which they would have the profferer conftrue Ay.
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,

That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse,
And prefently, all humbled, kifs 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 enforc'd my heart to fmile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And afk remiffion for my folly past:-
What ho! Lucetta!

[Exit.

Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. What would your ladyship?

Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

Luc. I would, it were;

• broker!]-matchmaker, procurefs.

P fay No,]" Maids fay nay, and take it," Prov.

That

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 stoop then?

Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. ful. And is that paper nothing?

Luc. Nothing concerning me.

ful. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lye where it concerns, Unless it have a false 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 fer.

ful. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible:

Beft 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.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it.
ful. And why not you?

Luc. I cannot reach fo high.

Jul. Let's fee your fong:-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there ftill, so you will fing it out; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not?

Luc. No, madam, it is too sharp.

Jul. You, minion, are too faucy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

And mar the concord with too harfh a defcant:

a kill your ftomach]-wreak your vengeance. Light o' Love,]-An old dance-tune.

a defcant ;]-a kind of harmony, wherein one part is broken, and formed into a kind of paraphrafe on the other.

"And defcant on mine own deformity."
RICHARD THE THIRD, Act I, S. 1. Glo.

There

There wanteth but a mean to fill your fong.
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Indeed, "I bid the base for Protheus.
ful. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with proteftation!-

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:

You would be fingering them, to anger me.

[Tears it.

Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be beft 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;-unkind Julia!
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ-love wounded Protheus:-
Poor wounded name! my bofom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I fearch it with a fovereign kifs.

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 fome whirlwind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,

And throw it thence into the raging fea!

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,

t. a mean]-a tenor.

"I bid the bafe]-I have made a match at prifon base between you; or I try, by pursuing you, to catch you, and make you captive to Protheus's paffion.

"Lads more like to run

"The country bafe."

CYMBELINE, A&t V, S. 3. Poft. "To bid the wind a baje he now prepares.'

POEMS, 418.

Poor

Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus,
To the fweet Julia:-that I'll tear away;
I will not, fith so prettily

And

yet He couples it to his complaining names: Thus will I fold them one upon another;

Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what

Re-enter Lucetta.

you will.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays.
Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lie 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 lie, " for catching cold.

W

ful. 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 please you go?

[Exeunt.

Ant. Tell me, Panthino, 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?

Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of flender reputation,
Put forth their fons to feek preferment out:

"for catching cold.]-for fear they should, left they fhould catch cold. * a month's mind]-a longing defire-from the monthly memorials of the dead, formerly folemnized. Y fad talk]--ferious conference.

Some

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover iflands far away;
Some, to the ftudious universities.
For any, or for all these exercises,

He said, that Protheus your fon was meet:
And did request me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that,
Whereon this month I have been hammering.

I have confider'd well his lofs of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,

And perfected by the swift course of time:
Then, tell me, whither were I beft to fend him?
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the emperor in his * royal court.
Ant. I know it well.

Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thither :

There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments,

Hear fweet difcourfe, converse with noblemen; ; And be in eye of every exercise.

Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel;, well haft thou advis'd:

And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
The execution of it fhall make known;

Even with the speediest expedition

I will dispatch him to the emperor's court.

2

z impeachment]-reflexion, imputation, reproach upon.

royal court.]-The Emperor's court was then probably kept at

Milan, whofe Duke might be his Vice-roy.

Pant.