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SCENE changes to Julia's Chamber.
Enter Julia and Lucetta.

UT fay, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Jul. Bow

Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madani, fo you ftumble not unheedfully. Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen,

That ev'ry day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthieft love?

..Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll fhew my mind,
According to my fhallow fimple 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; bat of himself, fo, fo. Jul. What think'ft thou of the gentle Protheus? Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now? what means this paffion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a paffing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am,

Should cenfure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reft?
Luc. Then thus; of many good, I think him best.

Jul. Your reafon ?

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

I think him fo, because I think him fo.

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ful. And would'ft thou have me caft my love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast 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 fpeaking fhews his love but fmall.

Luc. The fire, that's clofeft kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not fhew their love.
Luc. Oh, they love least, that let men know their love.
Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
Luc. Perufe this paper, madam.
Jul. To Julia; fay, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will fhew.
Jul. Say, fay; who gave it thee?

Luc.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and fent, I think, from Protheus.
He would have giv'n 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!
Dare you prefume 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; fee, it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my fight.

Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?

Luc. That you may ruminate.

[Exit.

Jul. And yet I would, I had o'er-look'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, fay No, to that
Which they would have the proff'rer conftrue, Ay.
Fie, fie; how wayward is this foolish love,
That like a tefty babe, will fcratch the nurse,
And prefently, all humbled, kifs the rod ?
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angrily I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to fmile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,
And afk remiffion for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta!

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Re-enter Lucetta.

Luc. What would your ladyship?

Jul. Is't near dinner time?

Luc. I would it were;

That you might kill your ftomach on your meat.

And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is't that you

Took up fo gingerly?

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Luc.

Luc. Nothing.

Jul. Why didft thou floop 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 lye for those that it concerns.

Luc. Madam, it will not lye, where it concerns; Unless it have a falfe interpreter.

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Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhime. A Luc. That I might fing it madam to a tune:

Give me a note; your ladyfhip can set.

Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be possible:
Beft fing it to the tune of Light o' love.
Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune.

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Jul. Heavy belike, it hath fome burden then.t be Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it. Jul. And why not you?

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Luc. I cannot reach fo high.

Jul. Let's fee your fong: How, now, minion ♪.

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Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out £83 And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

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There wanteth but a mean, to fill your fong, a wolf
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bafe.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus. (4)
Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with proteftation!

Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.

[Tears it.

(4) I bid the Bafe for Protheus.] Lucetta here alters the Allegory from the Bafe in Mufick to a Country Exercife, called in the North, Bid-the-Bafe; in which Some purfue, to take the Others Prifoners. So that Lucetta would intend to fay," Indeed, "I take Pains to make you a Captive for Protheus."

Mr. Warburton.

Luc.

Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be beft pleas'd
To be fo anger'd with another letter.
[Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame!
Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words!
Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch fweet 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,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones ;
Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain.
Look, here is writ, Love wounded Protheus.
Poor wounded name! my bofom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd ;
And thus I fearch it with a fov'reign kiss.
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,

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Except mine own name: That fome whirl-wind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging fea!
Lo, here in one Line is his name twice writ:
Poor forlorn Protheus, passionate Protheus,
To the feet Julia: that I'll tear away;
And yet I will not fith so prettily

He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another

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Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Enter Lucetta.

Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father ftays.
Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lye like tell-tales here? Jul. If thou refpect them, beft to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they fhall not lye, for catching cold.

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Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may fay what fights you fee
I fee things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?

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SCENE, Anthonio's House.

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ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloifter? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon. Ant. Why, what of him?

Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men of flender reputation

Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: (5)
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to difcover Iflands far away;
Some, to the ftudious univerficies.
For any, or for all these exercises,

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

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Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that,
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confider'd well his lofs of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
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 best to fend him?
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,

(5) Put forth their Sens] In Shakespear's Time, Voyages for the Discovery of the Weft-Indies were all in Vogue. And we find, in the Journals of Travellers of that Time, that the Sons of Noblemen, and of others of the best Quality in England, went commonly on thofe Adventures. To which prevailing Fafhion, 'tis evident, the Poet frequently alludes in this Play; not without high Commendations of it. Mr. Warburton. Attends

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