Page 1891 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

LUCET T A

It is too heavy for so light a tune.

JULIA

Heavy? Belike it hath some burden then? [85]

LUCET T A

Ay, and melodious were it, would you sing it.

JULIA

And why not you?

LUCET T A

I cannot reach so high.

JULIA

Let’s see your song. How now, minion!

LUCET T A

Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out;
[Julia strikes her and seizes Proteus’ letter]

And yet methinks I do not like this tune. [90]

JULIA

You do not?

LUCET T A

No, madam; it is too sharp.

JULIA

You, minion, are too saucy.

LUCET T A

Nay, now you are too flat;
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant.
There wanteth but a mean to fill your song. [95]

JULIA

The mean is drowned with your unruly bass.