80 And thinking on it makes me cry, ‘alas!’
Pro. Well, [give her] that ring, [and therewithal]
This letter. That’s her chamber. Tell my lady
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
85 Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary. [Exit.]
Jul. How many women would do such a message?
Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertained
A fox to be the shepherd of thy lambs.
Alas, poor fool! why do I pity him