When willingly I would have had her here! That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Nothing concerning me. Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Luc. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie 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. Jul. 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. ful. 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 so high. Jul. Jul. Let's fee your fong :-How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out: And yet, mèthinks, I do not like this tune. Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam; it is too fharp. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant: Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: [Tears the letter. You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Look, here is writ-kind Julia ;—unkind Julia ! I throw thy name against the bruising ftones, Except mine own name; that fome whirlwind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging fea! Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here ? Jul. If you refpect them, beft 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 fee, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what fights you see; I fee things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Room in Antonio's House. Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what fad talk was that, He wonder'd, that your lordship Would Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home; Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: He faid, that Proteus, your fon, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that Not being try'd, and tutor'd in the world: Ant. I know it well. Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him thi. ther: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear fweet difcourfe, converfe with noblemen; Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counfel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speedieft expedition I will defpatch him to the emperor's court. Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonfo, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to falute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter PROTEUS. Pro. Sweet love! fweet lines! fweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation fent from Valentine, 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 graced by the emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. My will is something forted with his wish : For what I will, I will, and there an end. I am refolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time |