Page 1889 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1889
Or else return no more into my sight.
LUCET T A
To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
JULIA
Will ye be gone?
LUCET T A
That you may ruminate.
Exit.
JULIA
And yet I would I had o’erlooked the letter. [50]
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 [55]
Which they would have the proferrer 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, [60]
When willingly I would have had her here.
How angerly I taught my brow to frown,
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile.
My penance is to call Lucetta back
And ask remission for my folly past. [65]
What ho! Lucetta!
[Enter Lucetta]
LUCET T A
What would your ladyship?
JULIA
Is’t near dinner-time?
LUCET T A
