Gons. to Hip. I did not think you harboured wanton thoughts; So young, so bad?
Hip. I can make no defence, But must be shamed by my own innocence. [Exeunt.
ACT II.
SCENE I.—A Chamber.
[Enter GONSALVO, HIPPOLITO, and ANGELINA as AMIDEO at a distance.
Gon. Hippolito, what is this pretty youth, That follows us?
Hip. I know not much of him:
Handsome you see, and of graceful fashion;
Of noble blood, he says, and I believe him;
But in some deep distress; he'll tell no more,
And I could cry for that, which he has told.
So much I pity him.
Gon. My pretty youth, Would I could do thee any service.
Ang. Sir, The greatest you can do me, is accepting mine.
Hip. How's this? methinks already I begin
To hate this boy, whom but even now I moaned,
You serve my master? Do you think I cannot
Perform all duties of a servant better,
And with more care, than you?