Cast. What dost thou know? Death! what can all this mean?
Page. Oh! I know who loves somebody.
Cast. What's that to me, boy?
Page. Nay, I know who loves you too.
Cast. That is a wonder; pr'ythee tell it me.
Page. That—'tis—I know who—but will you give me the horse then?
Cast. I will, my child.
Page. It is my Lady Monimia, look you; but don't you tell her I told you: she'll give me no more playthings then, I heard her say so as she lay a-bed, man.
Cast. Talked she of me when in her bed, Cordelio?
Page. Yes, and I sung her the song you made too; and she did so sigh, and so look with her eyes, and her breasts did so lift up and down; I could have found in my heart to have beat them, for they made me ashamed.