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, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is, that you Took up fo gingerly? Luc. Nothing. Jul. Why didst thou ftoop 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 thofe that 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. ful. 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. Ay; and melodious were it, would you fing it.. ful. 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. Jul. You do not ? Luc. No, madam, 'tis too fharp. Jul. You, minion, are too faucy. And mar the concord with too harsh a defcant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Luc Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus. (5) lie: Go, get you gone; and let the papers [Tears it.. Luc. She makes it ftrange, but she would be beft pleas'd: To be fo anger'd with another letter. [Exit. I throw thy name against the bruifing ftones; "Till I have found each letter in the letter, Except mine own name: That fome whirl-wind bear Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, And throw it thence into the raging fea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ: Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what you will. (5) I bid the bafe for Protheus.] Lucetta 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. Warburton. 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. SCENE, Anthonio's Houfe. Enter Anthonio and Panthion. [Exeunt. ELL me, Panthion, what fad talk was that, Wherewith mybrother held you in the cloifter? 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) He faid, that Protheus your fon was meet: (6) Put forth their fons.] In Shakespeare's time, voyages for the difcovery of the Weft-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 Mr. Warburton. jt. Ant. Ant. Nor need'ft thou much importune me to that, And perfected by the fwift course of time: Ant. I know it well. Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your Lordship fent him thither; There fhall he practise tilts and tournaments, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counfel; well haft thou advis'd: And that thou may'ft perceive how well I like it, The execution of it fhall 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 Alphonfo, With other gentlemen of good efteem, 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. (7) Attends the Emperor in his royal court.] The Emperor's royal court is properly at Vienna, but Valentine, tis plain, is at Milan where, in most other paffages, 'tis faid he is attending the Duke, who makes one of the characters in the Drama. This feems to convict the Author of a forgetfulness and contradiction; but, perhaps, it may be folv'd thus, and Milan be call'd the Emperor's court, as, fince the reign of Charlemaigne, this dukedom and its territories have belong'd to the Emperors. I wish, I could as eafily folve another abfurdity, which encounters us; of Valentine's going from Verona to Milan, both inland places, by fea, Enter 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. Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. Ant. My will is fomething forted with his wish :: What maintenance he from his friends receives,. Excufe it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My Lord, I cannot be fo foon provided; Please to deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'ft, fhall be fent after thee: No more of ftay; to-morrow thou must go. Come on, Panthion; you fhall be employ'd To haften on his expedition. [Exe. Ant. and Pant.. Hath |