Two Gentlemen of Verona | Page 5

have testerned me; in requital whereof,
henceforth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I'll commend you to
my master.
PROTEUS. Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wrack; Which
cannot perish, having thee aboard, Being destin'd to a drier death on
shore.--

[Exit SPEED.]
I must go send some better messenger. I fear my Julia would not deign
my lines, Receiving them from such a worthless post.
[Exit.]

SCENE 2. THe same. The garden Of JULIA'S house.
[Enter JULIA 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; 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?
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.
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. [Gives a letter.]
JULIA. 'To Julia'--Say, from whom?
LUCETTA. That the contents will show.
JULIA. Say, say, who gave it thee?
LUCETTA. 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.
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. There, take the paper; see it be return'd; 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'erlook'd the letter. It were a shame to
call her back again, And pray her to a fault for which I chid 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.]
LUCETTA. What would your ladyship?
JULIA. Is it 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?
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 interpreter.
JULIA. Some love of yours hath writ to you in rime.
LUCETTA. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: 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