"Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your lover. Pro. But what said she did she nod? Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. [Speed nods. Speed. You mistook, Sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I. Pro. And that set together, is-noddy. Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it to gether, take it for your pains. Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter. Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear with you. Pro. Why, Sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, Sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew+ me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what said she? Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once deliver'd. Pro. Well, Sir, here is for your pains: what said she? Speed. Truly, Sir, I think you'll hardly win her. Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her? Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter; and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel. Pro. What, said she nothing? Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, Sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, A game at cards. + Ill betide. Given me a sixpence. I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, [Exeunt. SCENE II-The same.-Garden of JULIA's House. Enter JULIA and LUCETTA. Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair resort 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 mind According to my shallow simple skill. Jul. What think'st 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 think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now! what means this passion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. • Talk. VOL. I. + Pass sentence. K Luc. That the contents will shew. 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. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. 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. Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. When willingly I would have had her here! When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! And ask remission for my folly past:- Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. What would your ladyship? Jul. Is it 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 you took up So gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didst thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. A match-maker. +Passion or obstinacy. Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tare. Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [Tears the Letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia-ankind Julia ! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, A term in music. A challenge. The tenor in music. Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? 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! Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father here? 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 lie, for catching cold. Jul. I see, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; 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 PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad + talk was that, Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Since. + Serious. + Little consequence. |