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When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile!
Luc. I would it were ;
Jul. What is't you took up
Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
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 set.
Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible :
Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.
Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out:
Jul. You do not?
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,
Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
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 ! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly 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,
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.
Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? [Exeunt.
SCENE III.--The same. A Room in ANTONIO's House,
Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO.
Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
Pan. He wonder'd, that your lordship
Ant. Nor need'st thou much impórtune me to that,
Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
Ant. I know it well.
Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis’d:
And, that thou may’st perceive how well I like it,
Pan. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso,
Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go: And, in good time,-now will we break with him.
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, Delivered by a friend that came from him.
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, And daily graced by the emperor: Wishing me with him, 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 : Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed;