Hip. Now, Amideo, since you are so forward To do all service, you shall to the lady.
Amid. No, I'll stay with my master, he bid you.
Hip. It mads me to the heart to leave him here:
But I will be revenged. [Aside.
My lord, I beg
You would not trust this boy with any thing
Till my return; pray, know him better first. [Exit.
Gons. 'Twas my unhappiness to meet this lady
Last night; because it ruined my design
Of walking by the house of Roderick:
Who knows but through some window I had spied
Fair Julia's shadow passing by the glass;
Or if some others, I would think it hers;
Or if not any, I would see the place
Where Julia lives. O Heaven, how small a blessing
Will serve to make despairing lovers happy!
Amid. Unhappy Angelina, thou art lost: Thy lord loves Julia. [Aside.
Enter HIPPOLITO and JULIA.
Jul.—Where is thy master?
I long to give him my acknowledgments
For my own safety, and my brother's both.
Ha! Is it he? [Looks.
Gons. Can it be Julia? Could night so far disguise her from my knowledge!
Jul. I would not think thee him, I see thou art: Pr'ythee disown thyself in pity to me: Why should I be obliged by one I hate?
Gons. I could say something in my own defence; But it were half a crime to plead my cause, When you would have me guilty.