Gentlewoman, good day. I pray you be my mean
To bring me where to speak with Madam Silvia.
SILVIA.
What would you with her, if that I be she?
JULIA.
If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
SILVIA.
From whom?
JULIA.
From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.
SILVIA.
O, he sends you for a picture?
JULIA.
Ay, madam.
SILVIA.
Ursula, bring my picture there.
[She is brought the picture.]
Go, give your master this. Tell him from me,
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.