ACT I SCENE II | The same. Garden of Julia's house. | |
[Enter JULlA and LUCETTA] |
JULIA | But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, |
| Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love? |
LUCETTA | Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully. |
JULIA | Of all the fair resort of gentlemen |
| That every day with parle encounter me, |
| In thy opinion which is worthiest love? |
LUCETTA | Please you repeat their names, I'll show my mind |
| According to my shallow simple skill. |
JULIA | What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? |
LUCETTA | As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; | 10 |
| But, were I you, he never should be mine. |
JULIA | What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? |
LUCETTA | Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so. |
JULIA | What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus? |
LUCETTA | Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us! |
JULIA | How now! what means this passion at his name? |
LUCETTA | Pardon, dear madam: 'tis a passing shame |
| That I, unworthy body as I am, |
| Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen. |
JULIA | Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? | 20 |
LUCETTA | Then thus: of many good I think him best. |
JULIA | Your reason? |
LUCETTA | I have no other, but a woman's reason; |
| I think him so because I think him so. |
JULIA | And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him? |
LUCETTA | Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. |
JULIA | Why he, of all the rest, hath never moved me. |
LUCETTA | Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. |
JULIA | His little speaking shows his love but small. |
LUCETTA | Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. | 30 |
JULIA | They do not love that do not show their love. |
LUCETTA | O, they love least that let men know their love. |
JULIA | I would I knew his mind. |
LUCETTA | Peruse this paper, madam. |
JULIA | 'To Julia.' Say, from whom? |
LUCETTA | That the contents will show. |
JULIA | Say, say, who gave it thee? |
LUCETTA | 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 | 40 |
| fault I pray. |
JULIA | Now, by my modesty, 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. |
| Or else return no more into my sight. |
LUCETTA | To plead for love deserves more fee than hate. |
JULIA | Will ye be gone? |
LUCETTA | That you may ruminate. |
[Exit] |
JULIA | And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter: | 50 |
| It were a shame to call her back again |
| And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. |
| What a 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
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| That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse |
| And presently all humbled kiss the rod! |
| How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, | 60 |
| 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 remission for my folly past. |
| What ho! Lucetta! |
[Re-enter LUCETTA] |
LUCETTA | What would your ladyship? |
JULIA | Is't near dinner-time? |
LUCETTA | I would it were, |
| That you might kill your stomach on your meat |
| And not upon your maid. |
JULIA | What is't that you took up so gingerly? | 70 |
LUCETTA | Nothing. |
JULIA | Why didst thou stoop, then? |
LUCETTA | To take a paper up that I let fall. |
JULIA | And is that paper nothing? |
LUCETTA | Nothing concerning me. |
JULIA | Then let it lie for those that it concerns. |
LUCETTA | Madam, it will not lie where it concerns |
| Unless it have a false interpeter. |
JULIA | Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme. |
LUCETTA | That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. | 80 |
| Give me a note: your ladyship can set. |
JULIA | As little by such toys as may be possible. |
| Best sing it to the tune of 'Light o' love.' |
LUCETTA | It is too heavy for so light a tune. |
JULIA | Heavy! belike it hath some burden then? |
LUCETTA | Ay, and melodious were it, would you sing it. |
JULIA | And why not you? |
LUCETTA | I cannot reach so high. |
JULIA | Let's see your song. How now, minion! |
LUCETTA | Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: |
| And yet methinks I do not like this tune. | 90 |
JULIA | You do not? |
LUCETTA | No, madam; it is too sharp. |
JULIA | You, minion, are too saucy. |
LUCETTA | Nay, now you are too flat |
| And mar the concord with too harsh a descant: |
| There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. |
JULIA | The mean is drown'd with your unruly bass. |
LUCETTA | Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. |
JULIA | This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. |
| Here is a coil with protestation! |
[Tears the letter] |
| Go get you gone, and let the papers lie: | 100 |
| You would be fingering them, to anger me. |
LUCETTA | She makes it strange; but she would be best pleased |
| To be so anger'd with another letter. |
[Exit] |
JULIA | 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. |
| Look, here is writ 'kind Julia.' Unkind Julia! |
| As in revenge of thy ingratitude, | 110 |
| I throw thy name against the bruising stones, |
| Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. |
| And here is writ 'love-wounded Proteus.' |
| Poor wounded name! my bosom as a bed |
| Shall lodge thee till thy wound be thoroughly heal'd; |
| And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. |
| But twice or thrice was 'Proteus' written down. |
| Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away |
| Till I have found each letter in the letter, |
| Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear | 120 |
| Unto a ragged fearful-hanging rock |
| And throw it thence into the raging sea! |
| Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, |
| 'Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, |
| To the sweet Julia:' that I'll tear away. |
| And yet I will not, sith so prettily |
| He couples it to his complaining names. |
| Thus will I fold them one on another: |
| Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. |
[Re-enter LUCETTA] |
LUCETTA | Madam, | 130 |
| Dinner is ready, and your father stays. |
JULIA | Well, let us go. |
LUCETTA | What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales here? |
JULIA | If you respect them, best to take them up. |
LUCETTA | Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: |
| Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. |
JULIA | I see you have a month's mind to them. |
LUCETTA | Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see; |
| I see things too, although you judge I wink. |
JULIA | Come, come; will't please you go? | 140 |
[Exeunt] |