_Amid_. Then I doubt mine is so.
_Gons_. It is indeed:
You're both good boys, and both will learn in time.
Hippolito, go you and bring me word,
Whether that lady, we brought in last night,
Be willing to receive a visit from, me.
_Hip_. Now, Amideo, since you are so forward
To do all service, you shall to the lady.
_Amid_. No, I'll stay with my master, he bid you.
_Hip_. It mads me to the heart to leave him here:
But I will be revenged. [_Aside_.
My lord, I beg
You would not trust this boy with any thing
Till my return; pray, know him better first. [_Exit_.
_Gons_. 'Twas my unhappiness to meet this lady
Last night; because it ruined my design
Of walking by the house of Roderick:
Who knows but through some window I had spied
Fair Julia's shadow passing by the glass;
Or if some others, I would think it hers;
Or if not any, I would see the place
Where Julia lives. O Heaven, how small a blessing
Will serve to make despairing lovers happy!
_Amid_. Unhappy Angelina, thou art lost:
Thy lord loves Julia. [_Aside_.
_Enter_ HIPPOLITO _and_ JULIA.
_Jul_.--Where is thy master?
I long to give him my acknowledgments
For my own safety, and my brother's both.
Ha! Is it he? [_Looks_.
_Gons_. Can it be Julia?
Could night so far disguise her from my knowledge!
_Jul_.
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