That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And ask remission for my folly past:- That you might kill your stomach* 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. .f Nothing concerning me. Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. Give me a note: your ladyship can set. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Jul. Heavy? belike it hath some burden theu. Jul. And why not you? Luc. I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song:-How now, minion? • Passion or obstinacy. 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. Luc. Nay, now you are too flat, And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. [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. Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps! to feed on such sweet honey, And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. And here is writ-kind Julia,-unkind Julia! I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And throw it thence into the raging sea! A term in music. + The tenor in music. A challenge. #Bustle, stir. Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,- He couples it to his complaining names: 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. 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 sadt talk was that, Wherewith my brother held you 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, Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: • Since. + Serious. Little consequence. Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune 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, 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 dispatch him to the emperor's court. Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor, And to commend their service to his will. • Reproach. Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him. Enter Proteus. Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life! Ant. How now? what letter are you reading there? two Of commendation sent from Valentine, Deliver'd by a friend that came from him. Ant. Leud 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, Wishing me with bim, partner of his fortune. Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish. Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muset not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an eud. I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus in the emperor's court; What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibitiont thou shalt have from me. To-morrow be in readiness to go: Excuse it not, for I am peremptory. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Please you, deliberate a day or two. Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after thee: Break the matter to him. + Wonder. |