| 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 | 5 |
| | 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? | 10 |
| LUCETTA | As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; | |
| | 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? | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| JULIA | Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest? | |
| 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. | 25 |
| 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. | 30 |
| LUCETTA | Fire that's closest kept burns most of all. | |
| 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. | 35 |
| 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, | 40 |
| | Did in your name receive it: pardon the | |
| | 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? | 45 |
| | 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? | 50 |
| LUCETTA | That you may ruminate. | |
| | Exit | |
| JULIA | And yet I would I had o'erlooked the letter: | |
| | 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, | 55 |
| | 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 | 60 |
| | 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 enforced my heart to smile! | 65 |
| | 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? | 70 |
| 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? | |
| LUCETTA | Nothing. | 75 |
| 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. | 80 |
| 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. | |
| | Give me a note: your ladyship can set. | 85 |
| 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. | 90 |
| 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. | 95 |
| 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: | 100 |
| | 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! | 105 |
| | Tears the letter | |
| | Go get you gone, and let the papers lie: | |
| | 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! | 110 |
| | 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! | 115 |
| | As in revenge of thy ingratitude, | |
| | 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 | 120 |
| | 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, | 125 |
| | Except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear | |
| | 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, | 130 |
| | 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. | 135 |
| | Re-enter LUCETTA | |
| LUCETTA | Madam, | |
| | 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. | 140 |
| 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. | 145 |
| JULIA | Come, come; will't please you go? | |
| | Exeunt | |