To teftify your bounty, I thank you, you have teftern'd me: [Exeunt feverally: SCENE changes to Julia's Chamber. ful. B Enter Julia and Lucetta. UT fay, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would't thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam, so 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 worthiest love? Luc. Please you repeat their names; I'll fhew my mind, According to my fhallow fimple fkill. Jul. What think'ft thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. As of a knight well spoken, neat and fine; But were I you, he never fhould be mine. Jul. What think'ft thou of the rich Mercatio? Should cenfure thus on lovely gentlemen. Jul. Your reafon ? Luc. I have no other but a woman's reafon; I think him fo, because I think him fo. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on him? Jub Jul. Why, he of all the reft hath never mov'd me.. Luc. Perufe this paper, madam. Luc. That the contents will fhew. Luc.Sir Valentine's page; and fent, I think, from Protheus. There, take the paper; fee, it be return'd; Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate. Luc. That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet I would, tI had o'er-look'd the letter. It were a fhame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her. What fool is fhe, that knows I am a maid, Which they would have the proff'rer conftrue, ay And And-afk remiffion for my folly past. What ho! Lucetta! Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. What would your Ladyship? Jul. Is't near dinner-time? Luc. I would it were; That you might kill your ftomach on your meat, Jul. What is, that you Took up fo gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didft thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for thofe that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie, where it concerns; Unless it have a falfe interpreter. Jul. 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 Ladyfhip can fet. Jul. As little by fuch toys as may be poffible, Beft 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. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's fee your fong: How now, minion? Luc. Keep tune there ftill, fo you will fing it out; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. ful. You do not? Luc. No, madam, 'tis too fharp. ful. You, minion, are too faucy. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat; And mar the concord with too harfh a defcant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc. Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus. (5) Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation! [Tears it. lie: Go, get you gone; and let the papers Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be beft pleas'd I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones; And throw it thence into the raging fea! Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will. (5) bid the bafe for Protheus.] Luccetta here alters the allegory from the bafe in mufick to a country exercife, call'd in the North, Bid-the-bafe; in which fome purfue, to take the others prifoners." So that Lucetta would intend to fay, "Indeed, I take pains to make you a captive for Protheus?” Mr. Warbutton. Enter Enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. If thou refpect them, beft to take them up. Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they fhall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. I fee, you have a month's mind to them. Luc. Ay, madam, you may fay what fights you fee: I fee things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? Ant. T SCENE, Anthonio's House, Enter Anthonio and Panthion. [Exeunt. ELL me, Panthion, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister 2 Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your fon. Ant. Why, what of him? Pant. He wonder'd that your Lordship Would fuffer him to spend his youth at home, Put, forth their fons to feek preferment out: (6) Some, to the ftudious univerfities. He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet: (6) Put forth their fons.] In Shakespeare's times, voyages for the difcovery of the West Indies were all in vogue. And we find, in the journals of travellers of that time, that the fons of noblemen, and of others of the best quality in England, went commonly on thofe adventures. To which prevailing fashion, 'tis evident, the Poet frequently alludes in this play; not without high commendations of it. Mr. Warburten. Ant. |