Jul. What think'ft thou of the rich Mercatio? Luc. Well, of his wealth; but of himself, fo, fo: Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Protheus? Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! Jul. How now? what means this paffion at his name? Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a paffing fhame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should cenfure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the reft? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him fo, because I think him fo. Jul. And would't thou have me cast my love on him? Luc. Perufe this paper, madam. [Protheus: Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and fent, I think, from 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 modefty, a goodly broker! Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines? To whisper and confpire against my youth? Now, truft me, 'tis an office of great worth; And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be return'd; Or elfe return no more into my fight. Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc. "That you may ruminate.” [Exit. Jul. And yet I would I had o'er-look'd the letter*. And ask remiffion for my folly past †:- Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your ladyfhip? Jul. Is it near dinner-time? Luc. I would, it were; That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't, that you Took up fo gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didft thou ftoop 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 thofe that it concerns. Unless it have a false interpreter. *This ticklish wavering of a young, a delicate mind, upon being first seriously addreffed, is very natural; indeed, upon all occafions our author appears minutely correct in mental operations, both philofophically and practically. t This fpeech is a beautiful and delicate picture of a female in Julia's fituation; affimilating herself to a tefty babe is an admirable thought, containing a comprehenfive idea for conception to work upon. "ful. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. "Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune: "Give me a note; your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible: "Belt fing it to the tune of, Light o' love. "Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune. "Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath fome burden then. " Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it. "Ful. And why not you? "Luc. I cannot reach fo high. Jul. Let's fee your fong: Why, how now, minion? "Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out: "And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. 66 Jul. You do not? "Luc. No, madam, it is too fharp. Jul. You, minion, are too faucy. "Luc. Nay, now you are two flat, "And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant: "There wanteth but a mean to fill your fong. "Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. "Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus *. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.— Here is a coil with proteftation !— [Looking over the Letter; tears, and throws it away. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye: You would be fing'ring them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it ftrange; but fhe would be beft pleas'd, To be fo anger'd with another letter †. [Exit. Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame! O hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words! Injurious wafps; to feed on fuch sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your ftings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. [Picking up the pieces. Look, here is writ-kind Julia,-Unkind Julia! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruizing ftones, Though a good deal of chat between females upon little matters is natural enough, yet we think reduction would make this part of the fcene better. This point of difcernment is well thrown in, to distinguish the knowing confidante, from the undefigning young lady. Trampling Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be throughly heal'd; "But twice or thrice, was Protheus written down: 66 Except mine own name; that fome whirlwind bear "Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, "And throw it thence into the raging fea. Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus, To the fweet Julia ;—that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, fith fo prettily He couples it to his complaining names: Thus will I fold them one upon another; Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will. Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, Dinner is ready, and your father fstays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here? I fee things too, although you judge I wink. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. A Room in Antonio's House. Enter Antonio, and Panthino. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what fad talk was that, Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship fon. Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home; Put Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: Some to the ftudious univerfities. He faid, that Protheus, your fon, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that And perfected by the fwift courfe of time; Then, tell me, whither were I beft to fend him? How his companion, youthful Valentine, Ant. I know it well. Pan. "Twere good, I think, your lordship fent him There fhall he practife tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of blood. [thither: Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it fhall make known; Even with the speediest expedition will dispatch him to the emperor's court. Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, don Alphonfe, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to falute the emperor, And to commend their fervice to his will. § Shakespeare, according to the flow of his verfification, accents the word importune wrong, by fixing ftrefs upon the fecond instead of the last fyllable; this trefpafs, however exceptionable, is, in fo great and warm a writer, very pardonable. |