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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 ? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show my
mind According to my shallow, simple skill.
Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour !
Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine;
Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio ?
Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ?
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
him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never moved me Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small
. Luc. Fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love that do not show their love. Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc.
Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia.–Say, from whom ?
* To censure, in Shakspeare's time, generally signified to give one's judgment or opinion.
That the contents will show. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from
Proteus : He would have given it you, but I, being in the way, Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault,
pray. Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker! Dare you presume to harbor wanton lines ? To whisper and conspire against my youth ? Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, And you an officer fit for the place. There, take the paper, see it be returned; Or else return no more into my sight. Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than
hate. Jul. Will you be gone? Luc.
That you may ruminate. [Exit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlooked 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, When inward joy enforced my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask permission for my folly past :What ho! Lucetta!
That you might kill your stomach' on your meat,
you So gingerly ?
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerus,
Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.
Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Give me a note : your ladyship can set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out. And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.
Jul. You do not?
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul The mean is drowned with your unruly base.
1 Passion or obstinacy.
2 Descant signified formerly what we now call variations. The mean is the tenor in music.
3 To bid the base means, to run fast, challenging another to pursue at the rustic game called Base, or Prisonbase. The allusion is somewhat obscure, but it appears to mean here, “to challenge to an encounter.”
Here is a coil with protestation ! [Tears the letter.
pleased To be so angered with another letter. [Exit.
Jul. Nay, would I were as angered with the same!
Jul. Well, let us go.
1 Bustle, stir.
Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up.
Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold.
Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.
Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see, I see things too, although you judge I wink.
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? [Exeunt.
SCENE III. The same. A Room in Antonio's
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
Pant. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
He wondered, that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. I have considered well his loss of time; And how he cannot be a perfect man, Not being tried and tutored in the world : Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time: Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him?
1 Reproach or imputation.