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SCENE changes to Julia's Chamber.
Enter Julia and Lucetta. Jul.
B in love
UT fay, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen,
. Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll fhew my mind, According to my hallow simple kill.
Jul. What think'it thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?
Luc. As of a Knight well spoken, neat and fine
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a paffing shame,
Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the rest :
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ;
Jul. And would'st thou have me caft love on him?
Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, 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 modesty, a goodly broker!
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.
Luć. I would it were ;
Jul. What is't that you
& Luc. Nothing
Jul. Why didit thou stoop then ?
Luc. Madam, it will not lye, where it concerns ;
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhime.
Luc. That) might fing it madam to a tune :' Give me a note; your ladyship can fet.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune.
Jul. Let's see your song:
Luc. Keep tune there fill, fo you will ling it out :: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. 49.5.:
Jul. You do not ??
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bafe.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
[Tears it, Go, get you gone; and let the papers Iye': You would be fingering them, to anger me.
(4) I bid the Bafe for Protheus.] Lucetia here alters the Allegory from the Base in Mufick to a Country Exercise, called in the North, Bid-ibe-Base; in which Some pursue, to take the Others Prisoners. So that Lucetta would intend to say, Indeed, “ I take Pains to make you a Captive for Protbeus."
Luc. She makes it strange, but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter.
[Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the fame! Oh hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your itings ! 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 againit the bruising stones ; Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Look, here is writ; Love quounded Protheus. Poor wounded name ! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be thoroughly healid; 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, Except mine own name: That some whirl-wind 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 Protheus, pasionate Protheus, To the sweet Julia : that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not fith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names: Thus will I föld them one upon another ; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc, What, fhall these papers lye like tell-tales here? Jul. If thou respect them, best to take them up.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold.
Juli' I see, you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what fights you see ; I see things too, although you judge I wink, Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt.
SCENE, Anthonio's House.
Enter Anthonio and Panthion.
Ant. ELL me, Panthion, what sad talk was that,
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloifteri
Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Ant. Nor need’st thou much importune me to that,
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
(5) Put forth their Sons] In Sbakespear'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 commor.ly on those Adventures. To which prevailing Fanion, . 'tis evident, the Poet frequently alludes in this Play; not without high Commendations of it.