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
felf: and fo, Sir, I'll commend you to my mafter
Pra. Go, go, be gone, to fave your fhip from wreck,
Which cannot perish, having thee aboard,
Being deftin'd to a drier death on shore,
I must go fend fome better meffenger:
Icfear, my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from fuch a worthless poft.

[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,

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Jul. B Would'nt thou then counfel me to fall in

love?

Luc. Ay, madam, fo you ftumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair refort of gentlemen,

That ev'ry day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthieft love?

Luc. Please you, repeat their names; I'll fhew my འ་ mind, According to my fhallow fimple skill.

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Jul. What think it thou of the rich Mercatio?
Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, fo, fo
Jul. What think it thou of the gentle Protheus ?
Luc. Lord, lord! to fee what folly reigns in us!

Jul. How now? what means this paffion at his
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That I, unworthy body as I am,
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Jul. Why not on Protheus,cas of all the reft ? tist
Luc. Then thus, of many good, I think him beft.
Jul. Your reafon ?
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Jul. And would't thou have me caft my love on
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Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not caft away.
Jul. Why, he of all the reft hath never mov'd me.
Luc. Yet he of all the reft, I think, beft loves ye.
Jul. His little fpeaking fhews his love but small.
Luc. The fire, that's clofeft kept, burns most of all.
Jul. They do not love, that do not fhew their love.
Luc. Oh, they love leaft, that let men know their
love.
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ful. I would, I knew his mind.
Luc. Perufe this paper, madam.
Jul. To Julia; fay, from whom?
Luc. That the contents will fhew.
Jul. Say, fay; who gave it thee?

Luc. Sir Valentine's page, and fent, I think, from
Protheus.

He would have giv'n it you, but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.
ful. Now, by my modefty, a goodly broker!
Dare you prefume to harbour wanton lines?
To whifper and confpire against my youth?"
Now, truft me, 'tis an office of great worth;
And you an officer fit for the place.

There, take the paper; fee, it be return'd;
Or elfe return no my
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Luc. To plead for love deferves more fee than hate.

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Jul.

Jul. Will ye be gone?

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Jul. And yet I would, I had o'er-look'd the letter.
It were a fhame to call her back again,o e fed
And pray her to a fault, for which Ichid her....!
What fool is fhe, 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 conftrue, Ay.
Fie, fie; how wayward is this foolish love,
That, like a tefty babe, will fcratch the nurse,
And prefently, all humbled, kifs the rod ?
How churlifhly I chid Lucetta hence,
When willingly I would have had her here!
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,

And ask remiffion for my folly past.
What ho! Lucetta!

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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.

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Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhime.

Luc.

Luc. That I might fing it, madam, to a tune;
Give me a note; your ladyfhip can set.
1911 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, 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.

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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.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the bafe for Protheus.
Jul. This babble fhall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with proteftation!

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

[Tears it

Luc. She makes it ftrange, but the would be best pleas'd

To be fo anger'd with another letter.

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Jul.

Jul. Nay, would I were fo anger'd with the fame!
Oh hateful hands, to tear fuch loving words!
Injurious wafps, to feed on fuch fweet honey,
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your ftings!
I'll kiss each feveral paper for amends

Look, here is writ kind Julia;Unkind
As in revenge of thy ingratitude,

Julia!

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Trampling contemptuoufly on thy difdain.
Look, here is writ, Love-wounded Protheus.
Poor wounded name! my bofom, as a bed,
Shall lodge thee, 'till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
And thus I fearch it with a fov'reign kifs,

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 fome whirl-wind bear
Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And throw it thence into the raging fea!

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Lo, here in one Line is his name twice writ:
Poor forlorn Protheus, paffionate Protheus, o
To the fweet Julia: that I'll tear awaysblon
And yet I will not, fith fo prettilyona I
He couples it to his complaining names:
Thus will I fold them one upon another;
Now kifs, embrace, contend, do what

Enter Lucetta,

you will.

Luc. Madam, dinner is ready, and your father ftays.
Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, fhall thefe papers lye like tell-tales here?
Ful. If thou refpect them, best to take them

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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