Page 1890 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

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? [70]

LUCET T A

Nothing.

JULIA

Why didst thou stoop then?

LUCET T A

To take a paper up that I let fall.

JULIA

And is that paper nothing?

LUCET T A

Nothing concerning me. [75]

JULIA

Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

LUCET T A

Madam, it will not lie where it concerns,
Unless it have a false interpreter.

JULIA

Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

LUCET T A

That I might sing it, madam, to a tune. [80]
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”.