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. 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 rhime. Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune : Give me a note; your ladyfhip can set. 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 some 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: yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. And Jul. You do not? Luc. No, madam, 'tis too fharp. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat. And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant : Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with proteftation! Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie : [Tears it. You would be fingering them, to anger me. [pleas'd Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be best To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. Jul. Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame! I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones; And throw it thence into the raging fea! Enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father ftays. Luc. What, fhall these papers lie like tell-tales here? Jul. Come, come, will't please you go? [Exeunt. Ant. SCENE IV. Anthonio's House. Enter Anthonio and Panthion. ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was that, TWherewith my brother held you in the cloifter? Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Protheus, your son. Pant. He wonder'd that your lordship Put forth their fons to feek preferment out: He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet: Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that,. Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have confider'd well his lofs of time; And perfected by the swift course of time: Ant. I know it well. Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither; There There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well haft thou advis'd: I will dispatch him to the Emperor's court. Are journeying to falute the Emperor; And to commend their fervice to his will. Ant. Good company: with them fhall Protheus go. And, in good time, now will we break with him. Enter Protheus. Pro. Sweet love, fweet lines, fweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation fent from Valentine; Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Ant. Lend me the letter; let me fee what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord, but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wifhing me with him, partner of his fortune. I am refolv'd, that thou fhalt spend some time What maintenance he from his friends receives, Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be fo foon provided; Please to deliberate a day or two. [thee: Ant. Look, what thou want'ft, shall be sent after No more of flay; to-morrow thou must go. Come on, Panthion; you fhall be employ'd To haften on his expedition. [Exe. Ant. and Pant. Pro. Thus have I fhun'd the fire, for fear of burning; And drench'd me in the Sea, where I am drown'd: Left he should take exceptions to my love; Enter Panthion. Pant. Sir Protheus, your father calls for you; He is in hafte, therefore, I pray you, go. Pro. Why, this it is, my heart accords thereto : And yet a thousand times it answers, no. [Exeunt. |