Deliver’d you a paper that I should not:
120 This is the letter to your ladyship.
Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.
Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
Sil. There, hold!
I will not look upon your master’s lines:
IV. 4.
125 I know they are stuff’d with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths; which he will break
As [easily] as I do tear his paper.
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.