[Picks up pieces of the letter.]
JULIA.
I see you have a month’s mind to them.
LUCETTA.
Ay, madam, you may say what sights you see;
I see things too, although you judge I wink.
JULIA.
Come, come, will’t please you go?
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. The same. A room in Antonio’s house
Enter Antonio and Pantino.
ANTONIO.
Tell me, Pantino, what sad talk was that
Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister?
PANTINO.
’Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son.
ANTONIO.
Why, what of him?