Hip. Yet you alone have title to my service; You make me yours by your preserving me: And that's the title heaven has to mankind.
Gons. Pr'ythee, no more.
Hip. I know your mistress too.
Gons. Ha! dost thou know the person I adore? Answer me quickly; speak, and I'll receive thee: Hast thou no tongue?
Hip. Why did I say I knew her? All I can hope for, if I have my wish To live with him, is but to be unhappy. [Aside.
Gons. Thou false and lying boy, to say thou knew'st her; Pr'ythee, say something, though thou cozen'st me.
Hip. Since you will know, her name is Julia, sir, And that young gentleman you saw, her brother, Don Manuel de Torres.
Gons. Say I should take thee, boy, and should employ thee To that fair lady, would'st thou serve me faithfully?
Hip. You ask me an hard question: I can die For you; perhaps I cannot woo so well.
Gons. I knew thou would'st not do't.