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Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best lovęs ye.
Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small.
Luc. The fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not shew their love.
Luc. Oh, they love least, that let men know their love..
Jul. I would, I knew his mind.
Luc. Peruse this paper, madam.
Jul. TO Julia; fay, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will thew.
Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?

Luc.Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think from Protheus. He would have given 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 presume to barbour 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 return’d;
Or else 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, tI had o'er-look'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 the, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view?
Since maids, in modefty, fay no, to that
Which they would have the proff'rer construe, ay.
Fy, fy; 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 angrily

I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,

And

And-alk 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,
And not upon your maid.

Jul. What is, that you
Took up fo gingerly?

Luc. Nothing;
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 fing it, madam, to a tune ; Give me a note; your Ladyship can set.

Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible,
Beft sing it to the tune of Light o love.

Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Ful. Heavy? belike, it hath fome burden then.
Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would youfang ito
Ful. And why not you?
Luc. I cannot reach so high.

Jul. Let's see your song:
How now, minion ?

Luc. Keep tune there ftilly fo you will fing it out; And yet, methipks, I do not like this tune.

Jul. You do not?
Luc. No, madam, 'tis too sharp.
Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Luc. Nay, now you are too flat;
And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant:
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song,
Jud. The mean is drownd with your unruly base.

Luc.

Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Protheus. (5)

Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation !

[Tears it. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me,

Luc. She makes it ftrange, 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 fame! Oh hateful hands, to tear such loving words ; Injurious wasps, to feed on fuch sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your ftings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends : Look, 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 difdain. Look, here is writ, Love-wounded Protheus. Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be throughly heald: And thus I search it with a sov’reign kiss. But twice, or thrice, was Protheus 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 whirl-wind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ: Poor forlorn Protheus, paffonate Protheus, To the sweet Julia : that I'll tear away; And yet I will not, fith so prettily He couples it to his complaining names : Thus will I fold them one upon another ; Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.

(5)7 bid the base for Protheus.] Luceetta here alters the allegory from the base in mufick to a country exercise, call'd in the North, Bid-the-basé ; in which fome pursue, to take the others prisoners," sa that Lucetia would intend to say, “ Indeed, I take pains to make you a captive for Protbeus,"

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Enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here; Jul. If thou 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 fights you fee: I see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? (Exeunt.

SCENE, Anthonio's House,

Enter Anthonio and Panthion. Ant. ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was that,

Wherewith my brother held youin the cloister
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your son.
Ant. Why, what of him?

Pant. He wonder'd that your Lordship
Would suffer him to spend his youth at home,
While other men of flender reputation
Put

, forth their sons to seek prefernient out : (6) Some to the wars, to try their fortune there; Some, to discover islands far

away ;. Some, to the studious univerfities.. For any, or for all these exercises, He said, that Pratheus

your

fon was meet :
And did requeft me to importune you,
To let him spend his time no more at home;
Which would be great impeachment to his age,
In having known no travel in his youth.

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(6) Put forth their sons.] In Sbakefpeare's times, voyages for the discovery 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 those adventures. To which prevailing fashion, 'tis evident, the Poet frequently alludes in this play; not without high commendations of Ito

Mr. Warburton.

Ant.

Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that, Whereon this month I have been hammering, I have confider'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?

Pant. I think, your Lordship is not ignorant,
How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Attends the Emperor in his royal court. (7)

Ant. I know it well.
Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your Lordship sent him

thither ;
There fall he practise tilts and tournaments,
Hear sweet discourse, converse with nobleinen ;
And be in eye of every exercise,
Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
And that thou may'st perceive how well I like it,
The execution of it shall make known;
Ev'n with the speedieft expedition
I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court.

Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
With other gentlemen of good esteem,
Are journeying to falute the Emperor ;
And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company: with them shall Protheus go. And, in good time, now will we break with him.

(7) Attends the Emperor in bis royal court.). The Emperor's royal court is properly at Vienna, but Valentine, 'tis plain, is at. Milan ; where, in most other passages, 'tis said he is attending the Duke, who makes one of the characters in the Drama. This seems to convict the Author of a forgetfulness and contradi&tion ; but, pero haps, it may be solv'd thus, and Milan be cali’d the Emperor's court, as since the reign of Charlemaigne, this dukedom and its tere ritories have belong'd to the Emperors. I wish, I could as easily solve another absurdity, which encounters us; of Valentine's going from Verona to Milan, both inland places, by sea.

Enter

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