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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
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
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?
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 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 !
1 A match-maker.
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
Luc. I would it were;
What is 't that you
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
rhyme. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune : Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
? So cautiously.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
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. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
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
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.
To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same!