Jul. Hast thou forgot me?
Lucio. No noblest Lady.
Jul. Tell him I am here,
Tell him his wife is here, sound my name to him,
And thou shalt see him start; speak Juliana,
And like the Sun that labors through a tempest,
How suddainly he will disperse his sadness!
Pand. Go I command thee instantly,
And charge him on his duty.
Jul. On his love Boy:
I would fain go to him.
Pand. Away, away, you are foolish.
Jul. Bear all my service sweet Boy.
Pand. Art thou here still?
Jul. And tell him what thou wilt that shall become thee.
Pand. I'th' house, and know we are here. [Ex. Boy.