Jul. Say, say, who gave it thee?
Luc. Sir Valentine’s page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.
He would have given it you; but I, [being in the way],
40 Did in your name receive it: [pardon the fault, I pray].
Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker!
Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
To whisper and conspire against my youth?
Now, trust me, ’tis an office of great worth,
45 And you an officer fit for the place.
There, take the paper: see it be return’d;