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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 1 thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think him

best.
Jul. Your reason ?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And wouldst thou have me cast my love on

him ? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away, Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small. Luc. Fire, that 's closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their

love. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.

Jul. To Julia,'Say, from whom?

Luc. That the contents will show.

| Pass sentence.

Jul. Say, say: who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think,

from Proteus : 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 ! 1 Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? To whisper and conspire 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 n more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than

hate. Jul. Will

you

be 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, Ay. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !

gone ?

1 A match-maker.

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 ck,
And ask remission for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta !

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Luc. What would your ladyship ?
Jul. Is it dinner-time ?

Luc. I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach 1 on your meat,
And not upon your maid.
Jul.

What is 't that you
Took up so gingerly ?

Luc. Nothing.
Jul. Why didst thou stoop 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 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 : Give me a note : your ladyship can set.

i Passion.

? So cautiously.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.'1

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jul. Heavy ? belike, it hath some burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you

sing it.
Jul. And why not you?
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 tune.

Jul. You do not ?
Luc. No, madam ; 'tis too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

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

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.4

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coils with protestation!— [tears the letter. Go, get you gone ; and let the papers

lie : You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange ; 6 but she would be

best pleased

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1 An old tune, frequently alluded to by the ancient dramatists.

2 Variations. 3 The tenor in music. * I take pains to make you a captive to Proteus' passion. 5 Tumult. 6 She affects this distance of behaviour.

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To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!
O hateful hands, to tear such loving words !
Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings !
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 against the bruising stones,
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
And here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :'-
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.
But twice, or thrice, was Proteus 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 Proteus, passionate Proteus,
To the sweet Julia; '--that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not, sith 1 so prettily
He couples it to his complaining names :
Thus will I fold them one upon another ;
Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

I Since.

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