LUCETTA

I Madam, so you stumble not on heedfully. Alas, the way is wearisome and long. Better forbear, till Protheus make return. I do not seek to quench your Loves hight fire, But qualify the fires extreme rage, Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason. But in what habit will you go along? Why then your Ladyship must cut your hair. What fashion (Madam) shall I make your bree ches? You must needs have the ̄ with a codpiece (Ma dam) A round hose (Madam) now's not worth a pin Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on. If you think so, then stay at home, and go not. Then never dream on Infamy, but go: If Protheus Like your journey, when you come, No matter who's displeased, when you are gone: I fear me he will scarce be pleased with all. All these are servants to deceitful men. Pray heaven he prove so when you come to him. Please you repeat their names, isle show my mind, According to my shallow simple skill. As of a Knight, well-spoken, neat, and fine; But were I you, he never should be mine. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so. Lord, Lord: to see what folly reigns in us. Pardon deer Madam, it's a passing shame, That I (unworthy body as I am) Should censure thus on lovely Gentlemen. Then thus: of many good, I think him best. I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. I: if you thought your love not cast away. Yet he, of all the rest, I think best loves you. Fire that's closest kept, burns most of all. O, they love least, that let men know their love. Peruse this paper Madam. That the Contents will show. Sir Valentines page: & sent I think from Protheus ; He would have given it you, but I being in the way, Did in your name receive it: pardon the fault I pray. To plead for love, deserves more fee, then hate. That you may ruminate. What would your Ladyship? I would it were, That you might kill your stomach on your meat, And not upon your Maid. Nothing. To take a paper up, that I let fallen. Nothing concerning me. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false Interpreter. That I might sing it (Madam) to a tune: Give me a Note, your Ladyship can set It is too heavy for so light a tune. I: and melodious were it, would you sing it, I cannot reach so high. Keep tune there still; so you will sing it out: And yet me thinks I do not Like this tune. No (Madam) 'tis too sharp. Nay, now you are too flat; And mar the concord, with too harsh a descant: There wants but a Mean to fill your Song. Indeed I bid the base for Protheus. She makes it stram ̄ ge, but she would be best pleased To be so angered with another Letter. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father stays. What, shall these papers lie, Like Telltales here? Nay, I was taken up, for laying them down. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. I (Madam) you may say what sights you see; I see things too, although you judge I wink.