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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,
Luc. Ay, madani, fo you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen,
That ev'ry day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthielt love

. 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
But were [ you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Luc. Well of his wealth ; bat of himself,, fo, Co.
Jul. What think'it thou of the gentle Protheus ?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now ? what means this passion at his name?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a paffing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen,

Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the rest :
Luc. Then thus; of many good, I think him beft.
Jul. Your reason?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason ;
I think him so, because I think him fo.

Jul. And would'st thou have me caft love on him?
Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not caft away.
Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
Lur. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.
Jul. His little speaking Thews his love but small.
Luc. The fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not few their love.
Luc. Oh, 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 fhew.
Jul. Say, fay; who gave it thee?



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!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and confpire against my youth?
Now, cruft me, 'tis an office of great worth ;
And you an officer fit for the place.
Tbere, take the Paper; see, it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my fight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?
Luc. That
you may ruminate.

Jul. And yet I would, I had o'er-look'd the letter.
It were a shame to call her back again,

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 modefty, fay No, to that
Which they would have the proff'rer construe, Ay.
Fie, fie; how wayward is this foolish love,
That like a testy babe, will fcratch the nurse,
And presently, all humbled, kiss 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 invard joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,
And afk remiffion for my folly patt.
What ho! Lucetta!

Re-enter Lucetta.
Luc. What would your ladyship?
Jul. Is't near dinner time?

Luć. 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 so gingerly?



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& Luc. Nothing

Jul. Why didit thou stoop then ?
Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
Lut. 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 false interpreter,.idney

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 :
Best fing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune.
Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then.' bĄ
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it. 4
Jul. And why not you ?
Luc. I cannot reach fo high.

Jul. Let's see your song:
How, now, minion.

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. No, madam, 'tis too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too fawcy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant :
There wanteth but a mean, to fill your fong. isa oli

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly bafe.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Protheus. (4)

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation !

[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."

Mr. Warburton.


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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.

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Ant. ELL me, Panthion, what sad talk was that,

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloifteri
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon..5677
Ant. Why, what of him?

Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men of slender reputation
Put forth their fons to seek preferment out: (5)
Some to the wars, to try their fortune there;
Some, to discover Islands far away;
Some, to the studious universives.
For any, or for all these exercises,
He said, that Protheus your son was meet:
And did request me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home ;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

Ant. Nor need’st thou much importune me to that,
Whereon this month I have been hammering.
I have confiderd well his lofs of time;
And how he cannot be a perfect man,
Not being try'd, and tutorid in the world;
Experience is by industry atchiev'd,
And perfected by the swift course 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 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 on those Adventures. To which prevailing Fanion, . 'tis evident, the Poet frequently alludes in this Play; not without high Commendations of it.

Mr. Warburton,


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