Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my mind According to my shallow simple 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. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Proteus, as on all the rest? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so.. Juh. And would'st thou have me east my love on him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia,-Say, from whom? That the contents will shew. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus: He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet, I would, I had o'erlook'd 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, When willingly I would have had her here! And ask remission for my folly past:- That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. Luc. So gingerly? Nothing What is't you took up Jul. Why didst thou stoop 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 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 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: Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath some burden then. Luc. 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. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil 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. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! qinjurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. I see things too, although you judge I wink. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's house. Enter Antonio and Panthino. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Pant. "Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd, that your lordship Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; 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, Ant. I know it well. Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; |