Page 1886 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Being destined to a drier death on shore. Exit.
I must go send some better messenger. [145]
I fear my Julia would not deign my lines,
Receiving them from such a worthless post.
Scene II IT
Enter Julia and Lucetta.
JULIA
But say, Lucetta, now we are alone,
Wouldst thou then counsel me to fall in love?
LUCET T A
Ay, madam, so you stumble not unheedfully.
JULIA
Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
That every day with parle encounter me, [5]
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?
LUCET T A
Please you repeat their names, I’ll show my mind
According to my shallow simple skill.
JULIA
What thinkest thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?
LUCET T A
As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine; [10]
But, were I you, he never should be mine.
JULIA
What thinkest thou of the rich Mercatio?
LUCET T A
Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.
