JULIA.
And is that paper nothing?
LUCETTA.
Nothing concerning me.
JULIA.
Then let it lie for those that it concerns.
LUCETTA.
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.
LUCETTA.
That I might sing it, madam, to a tune.
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”.
LUCETTA.
It is too heavy for so light a tune.
JULIA.
Heavy? Belike it hath some burden then?
LUCETTA.
Ay, and melodious were it, would you sing it.