PROTEUS.
And what says she to my little jewel?
LANCE.
Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present.
PROTEUS.
But she received my dog?
LANCE.
No, indeed, did she not. Here have I brought him back again.
PROTEUS.
What, didst thou offer her this from me?
LANCE.
Ay, sir, the other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman’s boys in the market-place, and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater.
PROTEUS.
Go, get thee hence, and find my dog again,
Or ne’er return again into my sight.
Away, I say. Stayest thou to vex me here?
A slave that still an end turns me to shame.
[Exit Lance with Crab.]
Sebastian, I have entertained thee
Partly that I have need of such a youth
That can with some discretion do my business—
For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish lout—
But chiefly for thy face and thy behaviour,
Which, if my augury deceive me not,
Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth.
Therefore, know thou, for this I entertain thee.
Go presently, and take this ring with thee,
Deliver it to Madam Silvia.
She loved me well delivered it to me.
JULIA.
It seems you loved not her, to leave her token.
She’s dead belike?