Jul. The mean is drown’d with your unruly bass.
Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.
Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me.
Here is a coil with protestation! [Tears the letter.]
I. 2.
100 Go get you gone, and let the papers lie:
You would be fingering them, to anger me.
Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be [best pleased]
To be so anger’d with another letter. [Exit.]
Jul. Nay, would I were so anger’d with the same!
105 O hateful hands, to tear such loving words!