Jul. [Aside] He heard not that.
115 Pro. Madam, [if] your heart be so [obdurate],
[Vouchsafe] me yet your picture [for my love],
The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep:
For since the substance of your perfect self
120 Is else devoted, I am but a shadow;
And to your shadow will I make true love.
Jul. [Aside] If ’twere a substance, you would, sure, deceive it,
And make it but a shadow, as I am.