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Once more,

That art a votary to fond desire ?



father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine.

Val. Sweet Protheus, no: now let us take our leave. At Milan, let me hear from thee by letters Of thy success in love; and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend : And I likewise will visit thee with mine.

Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan ! Val. As much to you at home ; and so, farewel!

[Exit. Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love ; He leaves his friends to dignify them more ; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love. Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, War with good counsel, set the world at nought; Made wit with musing weak, heart fick with thought.


Enter Speed.


you my

mafter? Pro. But

for Milan. Speed. Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already, And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be awhile away.

Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do.

Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether I wake or sleep.

Pro. A filly answer, and fitting well a sheep.
Speed. This proves me still a sheep.
Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd.
Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance.



Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another.

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 follows the shepherd, the shepherd for the food follows not the fheep; 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 Baâ.

Pro. But doft thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia ?

Speed. Ay, Sir, I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a lac'd mutton, and she, a lac'd mutton, gave me, a loft mutton, nothing for my labour

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons,

Speed. If the ground be over-charg'd, you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are a stray, '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 pin-fold.

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.

Speed. You mistook, Sir: I said, she did nod: And you ask me, if she did nod; and I said, I.

Pró. 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 with you. 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. Beshrew


have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse.

Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief: what faid she ?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once deliver'd.

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?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; No, not so much as a ducket 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 tes

tern'd me: In requital whereof, henceforth carry your letter 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 destin'd to a drier death on shore. I must go fend fome better messenger : I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.

[Exeunt severally. SCENE III. Changes to Julia's Chamber.

Enter Julia and Lucetta. . UT say, ,

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Luc. Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That ev'ry day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love ?

Luć. Please you, repeat their names ; I'll few my According to my fhallow simple skill.

Jul. What think ft thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?

Luc. As of a Knight well spoken, neat and fine'; But were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, fo, fo.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Protheus ?
Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How now ? what means this passion at his

name ?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Jul. Why not on Protheus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus; of many good, I think him beft.
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

him ? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not caft away.

. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Luc. The fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all. ful. They do not love, that do not shew their love. Luc. Oh, they love least, that let men know their Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

[love. Luc. Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia; fay, from whom? Luc. That the contents will shew. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee?


love on

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from

He would have giv'n it you, but I, being in the way,
Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I pray.

Jul. Now, by my modefty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour 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.
Theré, take the paper; see, it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?
Luc. That you may ruminate.

Jul. And yet I would, I had o'er-look'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, fay No, to that
Which they would have the proff'rer 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 enforc'd my heart to smile!
My penance is to call Lucetta back,
And ask remission 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 stomach on your meat,
And not upon your maid.



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