Look you, Hippolito, here's gold and jewels;
These may be yours.
_Hip_. To what end dost thou show
These trifles to me? or how cam'st thou by them?
Not honestly, I fear.
_Amid_. I swear I did:
And you shall have them; but you always press
Before me in my master's service so--
_Hip_. And always will.
_Amid_. But, dear Hippolito,
Why will you not give way, that I may be
First in his favour, and be still employed?
Why do you frown? 'tis not for gain I ask it;
Whatever he shall give me shall be yours,
Except it be some toy you would not care for,
Which I should keep for his dear sake, that gave it.
_Hip_. If thou wouldst offer both the Indies to me,
The eastern quarries, and the western mines,
They should not buy one look, one gentle smile
Of his from me; assure thy soul they should not,
I hate thee so.
_Amid_. Henceforth I'll hate you worse.
But yet there is a woman whom he loves,
A certain Julia, who will steal his heart
From both of us; we'll join at least against
The common enemy.
_Hip_. Why does he fear my lord should love a
woman?
The passion of this boy is so like mine,
That it amazes me. [_Aside_.
_Enter a Servant_.
_Serv_. Young gentleman,
Your master calls for you.
_Hip_. I'll think upon't--
[_Exuent_ HIPPOLITO _and Serv_
_Enter_ JULIA _to_ AMIDEO.
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