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When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile !
I would it were ;
What is't you took up
Why did'st thou stoop then?
Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.'
Jul. Some love of your's hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible:
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
9 Passion or obstinacy.
I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion?
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not ?
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil 4 with protestation !
[Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be best
pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter.
[Erit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And 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 Proteus :
* A term in musick.
3 A challenge.
2 The tenor in musick, 4 Bustle, suire
Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed,
; Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales
here? Jul. If you respect them, best 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 see, you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see ; I see things too, although you judge I wink. ..
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? (Exeunt.
A Room in Antonio's House.
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
He wonder'd, that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have consider'd well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being try'd and tutor'd 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 send him?
7 Little consequence,
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
him thither :
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: .
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go : And, in good time,-now will we break with him. 9
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
9 Break the matter to him.