Sil. She is [beholding] to thee, gentle youth.
170 Alas, poor lady, desolate and left!
I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is [my purse]: I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress’ sake, because thou lovest her.
[Farewell. Exit Silvia, with attendants.]
IV. 4.
175 Jul. And she shall thank you for’t, if e’er you know her.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and beautiful!
I hope my master’s suit will be but cold,
Since she respects [my mistress’] love so much.