Changes to Julia's chamber.

Enter Julia and Lucetta.

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Jul. But fay, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Would'ft thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam; so you ftumble not unheed-10
Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen, [fully.
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll fhew
my mind

According to my shallow fimple skill.

Jul. What think'ft 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, fo, fo.
Jul. What think'ft thou of the gentle Protheus?
Luc. Lord, lord! to fee what folly reigns in us!
Julia. How now? what means this paffion at

his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a paffing fhame, That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should cenfure' thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reft?

[Exit.

Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter.
It were a fhame, 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 force the letter to my view?
Since maids, in modefty, say No, to that
Which they would have the profferer conftrue, A.
Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a tefty babe, will scratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kifs the rod !
15 How churlifhly 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 smile!
My penance is, to call Lucetta back,
And afk remiffion for my folly past:-
What ho! Lucetta!

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Luc. Then thus, of many good, I think him beft. 30

Jul. Your reafon ?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason;

I think him fo, because I think him fo.

Jul. And would'st thou have me caft my love

on him?

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Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not caft away.
Jul. Why, he of all the reft hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the reft, I think, beft loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking fhews his love but small.
Luc. Fire, that is clofeft kept, burns moft of all. 40
Jul. They do not love, that do not shew their love.
Luc. Oh, they love leaft, that let men know
their love.

Jul. I would I knew his mind.
Lac. Perufe this paper, madam.
Jul. To Julia,Say from whom?
Luc. That the contents will fhew.
Jul. Say, fay; who gave it thee?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and fent, 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 modefty, a goodly broker 2!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and confpire against my youth?
Now, truft me, 'tis an office of great worth,
And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper, see it be return'd;

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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.

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 lye where it concerns, Unless it have a falfe 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 ladyship can set.

ful. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Beft fing it to the tune of Light' 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.
Jul. And why not you?

Luc. I cannot reach fo high.

Jul. Let's fee your fong:-How now, minion?
Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out s
50 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,

55 And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant+:
There wanteth but a means to fill your fong.
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus.

■ To cenfure means, in this place, to pafs fentence. times for procuress.

2 A broker was used for matchmaker, fome.

3 Stomach was used for passion or obftinacy. 4 Defcant is a term in music. 5 The mean is the tenor in mufic. • The speaker here turns the allufion (which her mistress employed) from the bafe in mufic to a country exercise, Bid the bafe: in which some purfue, and others are made prisoners.

Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me.] Here is a coil with proteftation!-

[Tears it.

Put forth their fons to feek preferment out:
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to difcover islands far away;
Some, to the ftudious universities.

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc. She makes it ftrange; but he would be 5 For any, or for all these exercises,

beft pleas'd

Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the
fame!

Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words!
Injurious wafps, to feed on such sweet 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,

He faid, that Protheus, your fon, was meet;
And did requeft me to importune you,
To let him fpend his time no more at home,
Which would be great impeachment 3 to his age,
10In having known no travel in his youth. [that

Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his lofs of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,

15 Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world:
Experience is by induftry atchiev'd,
And perfected by the fwift courfe 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.

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, [heal'd;|
Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly 20
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 25
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging fea!

[bear

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
Puor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus,
To the feet 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 kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father
Jul. Well, let us go.
[ftays.
Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lie like tell-tales
here?

Ant. I know it well.

[him thither:
Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent
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 counfel; well haft thou advis'd; And, that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, 30 The execution of it fhall make known;

Even with the speediest expedition

I will difpatch him to the emperor's court. [phonfo,
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al-
With other gentlemen of good esteem,

35 Are journeying to falute the emperor,
And to commend their fervice to his will. [xo:
Ant. Good company; with them fhall Prothcus
And, in good time 4,-now will we break with him.
Enter Protheus.

Jul. If thou refpe&t them, beft to take them up. 49
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them
down:

Yet here they fhall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what fights you 45
fee;

I fee things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.

SCENE

Anthonio's boufe.

III.

Enter Anthonis and Panthino.

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.
Aut. Why, what of him?

Fant. He wonder'd, that your lord/hip
Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home;
While other men, of flender reputation,

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Pro. Sweet love! fweet lines! fweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn:
Oh! that our fathers would applaud our loves,
To feal our happiness with their confents!
Oh heavenly Julia !
[there?
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading
Pro. May 't please your lordship, 'tis a word or
Of commendation fent from Valentine, [two
Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Ant. Lend me the letter; let me fee what news.
Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he
writes

How happily he lives, how well belov'd,
And daily grac'd by the emperor ;

55 Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune.
Ant. And how ftand you affe&ted to his wish?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,
And not depending on his friendly wish.

Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wish: 6c Mufe not that I thus fuddenly proceed;

A month's mind was an anniversary in times of popery; or, as Mr. Ray calls it, a lefs folemnity directed by the will of the deceafed. There was alfo a year's mind, and a week's mind. See Proverbial Phrafes. 2 Sad is the fame as grave or ferious. 3 Impeachment is bindrance. 4 The old expreffion when fomething happened which fuited the thing in hand, fimilar to the French à propose

For

For what I will, I will, and there an end.

I am refolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time
With Valentino in the emperor's court;
What maintenance he from his friends receives,
Like exhibition' thou shalt have from me.
To-morrow be in readiness to go:
Excufe it not, for I am péremptory.

Pro. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided;
Please you, deliberate a day or two.

[after thee:

And drench'd me in the fea, where I am drown'd:
I fear'd to fhew my father Julia's letter,
Left he fhould take exceptions to my love;
And with the vantage of mine own excuse
5 Hath he excepted most against my love:
Oh, how this fpring of love refembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now fhews all the beauty of the fun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Re-enter Panthino.

Ant. Look, what thou want'ft, fhall be fent 10
No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.-
Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
To haften on his expedition. [Exeunt Ant.and Pant.
Pro. Thus have I fhunn'd the fire, for fear of
burning;

Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you; He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go.

Pro. Why, this it is; my heart accords thereto; And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt. 151

ACT II.

Val. Why, fir, who bad you call her?

Speed. Your worship, fir; or else I mistook.

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phos'd with a mistress, that, when I look on you, I
can hardly think you my master.

Val. Are all these things perceiv'd in me?
Speed. They are all perceiv'd without ye.
Val. Without me? they cannot.

Speed. Without you? nay, that's certain; for,
without you were fo fimple, none elfe would: but
30 you are fo without thefe follies, that these follies
are within you, and fhine through you like the
water in an urinal; that not an eye, that fees you,
but is a phyfician to comment on your malady.
Val. But, tell me, doft thou know my lady
Silvia?
[fupper?
Speed. She that you gaze on fo, as the fits at
Val. Haft thou obferved that? even the I mean.
Speed. Why, fir, I know her not.

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Val. Doft thou know her by my gazing on her,

Val. Well, you'll ftill be too forward. [flow. 40 and yet know'st her not?

Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too

Val. Go to, fir; tell me, do you know madam

Silvia?

Speed. She that your worship loves?

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Speed. Is the not hard-favour'd, fir?
Val. Not fo fair, boy, as well-favour'd.
Speed. Sir, I know that well enough.
Val. What doft thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) wellfavour'd.

Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquifite, but her favour infinite.

Speed. That's becaufe the one is painted, and

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love? Speed. Marry, by thefe fpecial marks: Firft, you have learn'd, like fir Protheus, to wreath your arms like a male-content; to relish a love-fong, like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had the peftilence; to figh, like a school-boy 50 the other out of all count. that had loft his A. B. C; to weep, like a young wench that had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes diet 2; to watch, like one that fears robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas 3. You were wont, when you laugh'd, to 55 beauty. crow like a cock; when you walk'd, to walk like one of the lions; when you fafted, it was pre-| fently after dinner; when you look'd fadly, it was for want of money: and now you are metamor

Val. How painted? and how out of count? Speed. Marry, fir, fo painted, to make her fair, that no man counts of her beauty.

Val. How efteem'ft thou me? I account of her

Speed. You never faw her fince he was deform'd.

Val. How long hath she been deform'd?
Speed. Ever fince you lov'd her.

That is, allowance. 2 To take diet was the phrafe for being under a regimen. That is, about the feast of All-Saints, when the poor people in Staffordshire, and probably in Warwickshire, go from parish to parish a fouling as they call it; i. e. begging and puling (or fing.ng fmall) for foul-cakes, or any good thing to make them merry, This custom feems a remnant of Popish superstition to pray for departed fouls, particularly thofe of friends

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nofe on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple! [fuitor, My mafter fues to her; and the hath taught her He being her pupil, to become her tutor.

200 excellent device! was there ever heard a better? That my master, being the scribe, to himself should write the letter?

Speed. To yourfelf; why, fhe wooes you by a
Val. What figure?

Speed. By a letter, I should fay.

Val. Why, the hath not writ to me?

Speed. What need fhe, when the made you 35 write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the jeft?

Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter 4c
Unto the fecret nameless friend of yours;
Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,
But for my duty to your ladyfhip.

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Speed. Ay, but hearken, fir: though the cameleon love can feed on the air, I am one that am nourish'd by my victuals, and would fain have meat: Oh be not like your mistress; be moved, 60 be moved,

• Motion, in Shakspeare's time, fignified puppet, or a puppet-hero. 2 This was the language of ladies 10 their lovers in Shakspeare's time. 3 That is, like a scholar. 4 That is, difcourfing, talking, 5 i. e. there's the conclusion of the matter. 6 In print means with exactness.

my mother-oh that she could speak now like a wood woman!-well, I kifs her;-why there 'tis; here's my mother's breath up and down: now come I to my fifter; mark the moan fhe makes: 5 now the dog all this while fheds not a tear, nor peaks a word; but fee how I lay the duft with my tears. Enter Panthino.

Pan. Lance, away, away, aboard; thy master is fhipp'd, and thou art to poft after with oars. What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? Away, afs; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Laun. It is no matter if the tide were loft; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d. Pan. What's the unkindest tide?

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lofe the flood; and, in lofing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, in lofing thy voyage, lofe thy mafter; and, in lofing 20thy mafter, lose thy fervice; and, in losing thy fer. vice,-Why doft thou ftop my mouth?

Laun. Lofe the tide, and the voyage, and the mafter, and the service, and the tide? Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the 30 boat with my fighs.

Pan. Come, come away, man; I was fent to call thee.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou dar'st.
Pan. Wilt thou go?

Laan. Well, I will go.

SCENE

MILAN.

That is crazy, frantic with grief; or distracted, from any other caufe. The word is very frequently ufed in Chaucer; and fometimes writ weed, fometimes wode. Wood, or crazy women, were anciently fuppofed to be able to tell fortunes. 2 To quote is to obferve.