RICH. A bold and forward royster!

JULIE. He? nay, modest,
Gentle and sad, methinks,

RICH. Wears gold and azure?

JULIE. No; sable.

RICH. So you note his colours, Julie?
Shame on you, child, look loftier. By the mass,
I have business with this modest gentleman.

JULIE. You're angry with poor Julie. There's no
cause.

RICH. No cause—you hate my foes?

JULIE. I do!

RICH. Hate Mauprat?

JULIE. Not Mauprat. No, not Adrien, father.