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Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me.
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!
Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate.
(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,
I taught my brow to frown,
And-alk remiffion for my folly past.
Luc. I would it were ;
Jul. What is, that you
Luc. Madam, it will not lie, where it concerns ;
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,
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Jul. Let's see your song:
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. Nay, now you are too flat;
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,"
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. He wonder'd that your Lordship
, 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
fon was meet :
(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
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,
Ant. I know it well.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd:
Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
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.