154Iul. But say Lucetta (now we are alone)

155Would'st thou then counsaile me to fall in loue?

156Luc. I Madam, so you stumble not vnheedfully.

157Iul. Of all the faire resort of Gentlemen,

158That euery day with par'le encounter me,

159In thy opinion which is worthiest loue?

160 Lu. Please you repeat their names, ile shew my minde,

161According to my shallow simple skill.

162Iu. What thinkst thou of the faire sir Eglamoure?

163Lu. As of a Knight, well-spoken, neat, and fine;

164But were I you, he neuer should be mine.

165Iu. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

166Lu. Well of his wealth; but of himselfe, so, so.

167Iu. What think'st thou of the gentle Protheus?

168Lu. Lord, Lord: to see what folly raignes in vs.

169 Iu. How now? what meanes this passion at his name?

170Lu. Pardon deare Madam, 'tis a passing shame,

171That I (vnworthy body as I am)

172Should censure thus on louely Gentlemen.

173Iu. Why not on Protheus, as of all the rest?

174Lu. Then thus: of many good, I thinke him best.

175Iul. Your reason?

176Lu. I haue no other but a womans reason:

177I thinke him so, because I thinke him so.

178 Iul. And would'st thou haue me cast my loue on him?

179Lu. I: if you thought your loue not cast away.

180Iul. Why he, of all the rest, hath neuer mou'd me.

181Lu. Yet he, of all the rest, I thinke best loues ye.

182Iul. His little speaking, shewes his loue but small.

183Lu. Fire that's closest kept, burnes most of all.

184 Iul. They doe not loue, that doe not shew their loue.

185Lu. Oh, they loue least, that let men know their loue.

186Iul. I would I knew his minde.

187Lu. Peruse this paper Madam.

188Iul. To Iulia: say, from whom?

189Lu. That the Contents will shew.

190Iul. Say, say: who gaue it thee?

191 Lu. Sir Valentines page: & sent I think from Protheus;

192He would haue giuen it you, but I being in the way,

193Did in your name receiue it: pardon the fault I pray.

194Iul. Now (by my modesty) a goodly Broker:

195Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?

196To whisper, and conspire against my youth?

197Now trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,

198And you an officer fit for the place:

199There: take the paper: see it be return'd,

200Or else returne no more into my sight.

201Lu. To plead for loue, deserues more fee, then hate.

202Iul. Will ye be gon?

203Lu. That you may ruminate. Exit.

204Iul. And yet I would I had ore-look'd the Letter>;

205It were a shame to call her backe again,

206And pray her to a fault, for which I chid her.

207What 'foole is she, that knowes I am a Maid,

208And would not force the letter to my view?

209Since Maides, in modesty, say no, to that,

210Which they would haue the profferer construe, I.

211Fie, fie: how way-ward is this foolish loue;

212That (like a testie Babe) will scratch the Nurse,

213And presently, all humbled kisse the Rod?

214How churlishly, I chid Lucetta hence,

215When willingly, I would haue had her here?

216How angerly I taught my brow to frowne,

217When inward ioy enforc'd my heart to smile?

218My pennance is, to call Lucetta backe

219And aske remission, for my folly past.

220What hoe: Lucetta.

221Lu. What would your Ladiship?

222Iul. Is't neere dinner time?

223Lu. I would it were,

224That you might kill your stomacke on your meat,

225And not vpon your Maid.

226Iu. What is't that you

227Tooke vp so gingerly?

228Lu. Nothing.

229Iu. Why didst thou stoope then?

230Lu. To take a paper vp, that I let fall.

231Iul. And is that paper nothing?

232Lu. Nothing concerning me.

233Iul. Then let it lye, for those that it concernes.

234Lu. Madam, it will not lye where it concernes,

235Vnlesse it haue a false Interpreter.

236Iul. Some loue of yours, hath writ to you in Rime.

237Lu. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune:

238Giue me a Note, your Ladiship can set

239Iul. As little by such toyes, as may be possible:

240Best sing it to the tune of Light O, Loue.

241Lu. It is too heauy for so light a tune.

242Iu. Heauy? belike it hath some burden then?

243Lu. I: and melodious were it, would you sing it,

244Iu. And why not you?

245Lu. I cannot reach so high.

246Iu. Let's see your Song:

247How now Minion?

248Lu. Keepe tune there still; so you will sing it out:

249And yet me thinkes I do not like this tune.

250Iu. You doe not?

251Lu. No (Madam) tis too sharpe.

252Iu. You (Minion) are too saucie.

253Lu. Nay, now you are too flat;

254And marre the concord, with too harsh a descant:

255There wanteth but a Meane to fill your Song.

256Iu. The meane is dround with you vnruly base.

257Lu. Indeede I bid the base for Protheus.

258Iu. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me;

259Here is a coile with protestation:

260Goe, get you gone: and let the papers lye:

261You would be fingring them, to anger me.

262 Lu. She makes it strāge, but she would be best pleas'd

263To be so angred with another Letter.

264Iu. Nay, would I were so angred with the same:

265Oh hatefull hands, to teare such louing words;

266Iniurious Waspes, to feede on such sweet hony,

267And kill the Bees that yeelde it, with your stings;

268Ile kisse each seuerall paper, for amends:

269Looke, here is writ, kinde Iulia: vnkinde Iulia,

270As in reuenge of thy ingratitude,

271I throw thy name against the bruzing-stones,

272Trampling contemptuously on thy disdaine.

273And here is writ, Loue wounded Protheus.

274Poore wounded name: my bosome, as a bed,

275Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd;

276And thus I search it with a soueraigne kisse.

277But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written downe:

278Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away,

279Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter,

280Except mine own name: That, some whirle-winde beare

281Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke,

282And throw it thence into the raging Sea.

283Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ:

284Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus:

285To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away:

286And yet I will not, sith so prettily

287He couples it, to his complaining Names;

288Thus will I fold them, one vpon another;

289Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will.

290 Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies.

291Iu. Well, let vs goe.

292 Lu. What, shall these papers lye, like Tel-tales here?

293Iu. If you respect them; best to take them vp.

294Lu. Nay, I was taken vp, for laying them downe.

295Yet here they shall not lye, for catching cold.

296Iu. I see you haue a months minde to them.

297Lu. I (Madam) you may say what sights you see;

298I see things too, although you iudge I winke.

299Iu. Come, come, wilt please you goe. Exeunt.