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That the contents will show.
pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines? To whisper and conspire against my youth? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be returned; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than
hate. Jul. Will Luc.
That you may ruminate. [Exit. . Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlooked the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And 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 modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here ! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask permission for my folly past: What ho! Lucetta!
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
you took up So gingerly?
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Jul. Some love of yours 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.
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 drowned with your unruly base.
1 Passion or obstinacy.
2 Descant signified formerly what we now call variations. The mean is the tenor in music.
3 To bid the base means, to run fast, challenging another to pursue at the rustic game called Base, or Prisonbase. The allusion is somewhat obscure, but it appears to mean here, “ to challenge to an encounter."
Here is a coil with protestation ! [Tears the letter.
. Jul. Nay, would I were as angered 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 ; Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly healed; And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Proteus 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 whirlwind bear Unto a rugged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, Poor, forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, To the sweet Julia ;-that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not, sithể so prettily He couples it to his complaining names: Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what
Jul. Well, let us go.
1 Bustle, stir.
Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
Ant. I like thy counsel : well hast thou advised
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time, -now will we break with him.
Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there?
Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine, Delivered by a friend that came from him.
Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he
writes How happily he lives, how well beloved
1 i. e. break the matter to him.