Amid. I swear I did: And you shall have them; but you always press Before me in my master's service so—
Hip. And always will.
Amid. But, dear Hippolito,
Why will you not give way, that I may be
First in his favour, and be still employed?
Why do you frown? 'tis not for gain I ask it;
Whatever he shall give me shall be yours,
Except it be some toy you would not care for,
Which I should keep for his dear sake, that gave it.
Hip. If thou wouldst offer both the Indies to me,
The eastern quarries, and the western mines,
They should not buy one look, one gentle smile
Of his from me; assure thy soul they should not,
I hate thee so.
Amid. Henceforth I'll hate you worse.
But yet there is a woman whom he loves,
A certain Julia, who will steal his heart
From both of us; we'll join at least against
The common enemy.
Hip. Why does he fear my lord should love a
woman?
The passion of this boy is so like mine,
That it amazes me. [Aside.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Young gentleman, Your master calls for you.
Hip. I'll think upon't—
[Exuent HIPPOLITO and Serv