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Pro. I do.
I wake or sleep.
Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no sheep.
Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee : therefore, thou art a sheep.
Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.
Pro. But dost thou hear ? gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?
Speed. Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a laced mutton ;and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my
labour. Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.
Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.
Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.
Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.
Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and
over, "Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your
lover. Pro. But what said she did she nod.
[Speed nods. Speed. I. Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy. 3
Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I
I. Pro. And that set together, is—noddy.
Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.
Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.
Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be fain to bear
Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?
Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains.
Pro. Beshrew4 me, but you have a quick wit.
Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: What said she?
Speed. Open your purse, that the money, and the matter, may be both at once delivered.
Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains: What said she?
Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.
Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her?
3 A gam: at cards.
4 111 betide.
Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter. And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in telling her mind. Give her no token but stones; for she's as hard as steel.
Pro. What, said she nothing?
Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'ds me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master. Pro. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from
wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore :I must go send some better messenger ; I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post. [Ereunt.
Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love?
Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.
Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle" encounter me, In thy opinion, which is worthiest love?
5 Given me a six-pence,
Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my
mind According to my shallow simple skill.
Jul. What thịnk'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I
he never should be mine.
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
of many good I think him best. Jul. Your reason?
Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; I think him so, because I think him so. Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on
7 Pass sentence.
Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia, --Say, from whom? Luc.
That the contents will shew, Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
be gone ? Luc.
That you may ruminate. (Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray
her to a fault for which I chid her. What fool is she, that knows I am a maid, And would not force the letter to my view ? Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown,