for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: therefore thou art a sheep.

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry baa.

Pro. But dost thou hear! gav'st thou my letter to Julia ?

Speed. Ay, sir; I, a lost mutton, gave your letter to her, a lac'd mutton; and she, a lac'd mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour.

Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

Speed. If the ground be overcharged you were best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best pound you.

Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter.

Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pinfold.

Speed. From a pound to a pin! fold it over and over, 'Tis threefold too little for carrying a letter to your

lover. Pro. But what said she? did she nod ? Speed. I.

[SPEED nods. Pro. Nod I! why, that's noddy.

Speed. You mistook, sir; I say she did nod: and you ask me, if she did nod; and I say, I.

Pro. And that set together is, noddy.

Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the letter.

Speed. Well, I perceive I must be fain to bear with you.

Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me?

Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having nothing but the word, Noddy, for my pains.

Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow purse. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief. What said she ?

Speed. Open your purse, that the money and the matter may be both at once delivered.

Pro. Well, sir, here's for your pains. What said she ? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Pro. Why? Could'st thou perceive so much from her ?

Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter. And being so hard to me that brought your mind, I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your mind. Give her no token but stones, for she's as hard as steel.

Pro. What! said she nothing ?

Speed. No, not so much as-take this for thy pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you have testern'd me; in requital whereof, henceforth carry your letters yourself: and so, sir, I'll commend you to my master.

Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from wreck; Which cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destined to a drier death on shore.I must go send some better messenger; I fear my Julia would not deign my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.

[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Garden of Julia's House.

Enter Julia and LUCETTA.

Julia.
Bu
UT say, Lucetta, now we are alone,

Would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love? Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, That every day with parle encounter me, In thy opinion which is worthiest love? Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll shew my

mind According to my shallow simple skill.

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Jul. What thinks thou of the fair Sir Eglamour ?

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; But, were I you, he never should be mine.

Jul. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?
Luc. Well of his wealth ; but of himself, so, so.
Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ?
Luc. Lord, lord ! to see what folly reigns in us!
Jul. How 'now! what means this passion at his

name?
Luc. Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame,
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?
Luc. Then thus, -of many good I think him best.
Jul. Your reason ?

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love on

him? Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away. Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Luc. Yet he of all the rest, I think, best lov'd' ye. Jul. His little speaking shews his love but small. Luc. Fire, that's closest kept, burns most of all. Jul. They do not love that do not shew their love. Luc. Oh, they love least, that let men know their

love. Jul. I would, I knew his mind. Luc.

Peruse this paper, madam. Jul. To Julia. Say, from whom ? Luc,

That the contents will shew. Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Luc. Sir 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 fault, I pray.

Jul. 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.
There, take the paper, see it be return'd;
Or else return no more into my sight.

Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will you be gone?
Luc.

That you may ruminate.

[Erit. Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chíd her. What 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, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! My penance is, to call Lucetta back, And ask remission for my folly past.What ho! Lucetta !

Re-enter LUCETTA.
Luc.

What would your ladyship?
Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
Luc.

I would it were;
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
And not upon your maid.
Jul.

What is't that you took up So gingerly?

Luc. Nothing.
Jul.

Why didst thou stoop then ?
Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.
Jul. And is that paper nothing?
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 your's hath writ to you in rime.

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.
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.
Jul. And why not you ?
Luc.

I cannot reach so high. Jul. Let's see your song. Why, how now, minion?

Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out. And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune.

Jui. You do not like it?
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. There wanteth but a mean to fill your song.

Jul. The mean is drown’d with your unruly bass. Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

Jul. This babble shall not benceforth trouble me. Here is a coil with protestation ! [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