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When willingly I would have had her here!

How angerly I taught my brow to frown,

When inward joy enforc’d my heart to smile!

My penance is, to call Lucetta back

And ask remission for my folly past.

What ho! Lucetta!

[Enter Lucetta.]

Luc.

What would your ladyship?

Jul.

Is’t near dinner-time?

Luc.

I would it were,

That you might kill your stomach on your meat,

And not upon your maid.

Jul.

What is’t that you

Took up so gingerly?

Luc.

Nothing.

Jul.

Why didst thou stoop then?

Luc.

To take a paper up that I let fall.

Jul.

And is that paper nothing?

Luc.

Nothing concerning me.

Jul.

Then let it lie for those that it concerns.

Luc.

Madam, it will not lie where it concerns

Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul.

Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme.

Luc.

That I might sing it, madam, to a tune:

Give me a note, your ladyship can set.

Jul.

As little by such toys as may be possible:

Best sing it to the tune of “Light o’ love.”

Luc.

It is too heavy for so light a tune.