JULIA.
Madam, please you peruse this letter.
[Gives her a letter.]
Pardon me, madam, I have unadvised
Delivered you a paper that I should not.
This is the letter to your ladyship.
[Takes back the letter and gives her another.]
SILVIA.
I pray thee, let me look on that again.
JULIA.
It may not be. Good madam, pardon me.
SILVIA.
There, hold.
I will not look upon your master’s lines.
I know they are stuffed with protestations
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.
[She tears the second letter.]
JULIA.
Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.
SILVIA.
The more shame for him that he sends it me;
For I have heard him say a thousand times
His Julia gave it him at his departure.
Though his false finger have profaned the ring,
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.