Pre. What, faid the nothing? won woll fut Speed. No, not fo much as--take this for thy pains: To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd vdnowas I 2dT me: In requital whereof, henceforth carry your letter your [Exeunt feverally. CEN N E Evo III. Me to from Changes to Julia's Chamber. Enter Julia and Lucetta. QUT fay, Lucetta, now we are alone, I Jul. B Would'nt thou then counfel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam, fo you ftumble not unheedfully. That ev'ry day with parle encounter me, Luc. Please you, repeat their names; I'll fhew my འ་ mind, According to my fhallow fimple skill. эн ful What think'ft thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Luc. As of a Knight well fpoken, neat and fine; But were I you, he never fhould be mine. T Jul. What think it thou of the rich Mercatio? Jul. How now? what means this paffion at his ful. I would, I knew his mind. Luc. Sir Valentine's page, and fent, I think, from He would have giv'n it you, but I, being in the way, There, take the paper; fee, it be return'd; Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate. N 3 Jul. Jul. Will ye be gone? on i di And ask remiffion for my folly past. T ftomach on your meat, Y Jul, Why didst thou ftoop then? Luc. To take a paper up, that I let fall. Ful. And is that paper nothing? Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lye for thofe that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lye, where it concerns Unless it have a falfe interpreter. น Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhime. Luc. Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune; Luc. It is too heavy for fo light a tune, varg baA Jul. Heavy? belike, it hath fome burthen then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it. Jul. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach fo 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.o wo Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam, 'tis too fharp. Jul. You, minion, are too fawcy. 1 Luc. Nay, now you are too 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. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lye: [Tears it Luc. She makes it ftrange, but the would be best pleas'd To be fo anger'd with another letter. 4 Indeed I bid the bafe for Protheus.] The fpeaker bere turns the allufion (which her miftrefs employed) from the base in mufick to a country exercife Bid the Bafe: In which fome purfue, and others are made prifoners. So that Lucetta would intend, by this, to fay, indeed I take pains to make you a Captive to Protheus's paffion. -He uses the fame allufion in his Venus and Adonis, To bid the winds a bale he now prepares. and in his Cymbaline he mentions the game,nebaM ‚μÏ' Lads more like her a ved si folat To run the country Bafe. To evot ano2 NR N 4 Jul. Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame! Look, here is writ kind Julia;Unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones W But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written down; LnA Lo, here in one Line is his name twice writ: Enter Lucetta, you will. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father ftays. Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lye like tell-tales here? upov Nay, I was taken up for laying them down:: Yet here they fhall not lye, for catching cold. Ful. 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 Lwink. baJul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. SCENE |