I’d sink before him if I met his eye!
Clif. Wilt please your ladyship to take the letter?
Jul. There, Clifford speaks again! Not Clifford’s breath
Could more make Clifford’s voice; not Clifford’s tongue
And lips more frame it into Clifford’s speech.
A question, and ’tis over! Know I you?
Clif. Reverse of fortune, lady, changes friends:
It turns them into strangers. What I am
I have not always been.
Jul. Could I not name you?