“Peace, stand aside, they are going,” said Julia, stepping further back into the shadow; and she heard Proteus say:
“Sir Thurio, do not fear; I will plead your cause so well that you will own my cunning wit is matchless.”
“Where do we meet?” asked Sir Thurio, as he prepared to depart with the musicians.
“At St. Gregory’s Well.”
“Farewell!”
And Proteus was left alone as Silvia appeared on the balcony of her window above.
“Madam, good even to your ladyship,” said Proteus.
“I thank you for your music, gentlemen. Who was that who spoke?”
“One, lady, whom—if you knew his true heart—you would quickly learn to know by his voice.”
“Sir Proteus, as I take it.”