Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that That you might kill your stomach1 on your meat, And not upon your maid. Jul. What is't you took up Why did'st thou stoop then? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall. Luc. Nothing concerning me. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter. 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 setJul. As little by such toys as may be possible Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love. Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune. Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you sing it. (1) Passion or obstinacy. Jul. And why not you? I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? 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. No, madam; it is too sharp. Jul. You, minion, are too saucy. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:1 [Tears the letter. Go, get you gone; and let the papers lie: You would be fingering them, to anger me. Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia;-unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. (1) A term in music. (3) A challenge. (2) The tenor in music. (4) Bustle, stir. Till I have found each letter in the letter, And throw it thence into the raging sea! Re-enter Lucetta. Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father stays. Jul. Well, let us go. Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? 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. ? [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's house. Enter Antonio and Panthino. Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad2 talk was that, Wherewith brother held you my in the cloister? Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Ant. Why, what of him? Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; While other men, of slender reputation,3 (1) Since. (2) Serious. (3) Little consequence. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to that Whereon this month I have been hammering. And perfected by the swift course of time: Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither: There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; And be in eye of every exercise, Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution I will despatch him to the emperor's court. With other gentlemen of good esteem, And to commend their service to his will. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him.1 Enter Proteus. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he writes How happily he lives, how well belov'd, Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided (1) Break the matter to him. (3) Allowance. (2) Wonder |