_Gons_. What is your name, sweet heart? _Hip_. Sweet heart! since I Have served you, you ne'er called me so. _Ang_. O, ever, Ever call me by that kind name; I'll own No other, because I would still have that. _Hip_. He told me, sir, his name was Amideo; Pray, call him by't. _Gons_. Come, I'll employ you both; Reach me my belt, and help to put it on. _Amid_. I run, my lord. _Hip_. You run? it is my office. [_They both take it up, and strive for it;_ HIPPOLITO _gets it, and puts it on_. _Amid_. Look you, my lord, he puts it on so aukwardly; [_Crying_. The sword does not sit right. _Hip_. Why, where's the fault? _Amid_. I know not that; but I am sure 'tis wrong. _Gons_.The fault is plain, 'tis put on the wrong shoulder. _Hip_. That cannot be, I looked on Amideo's, And hung it on that shoulder his is on. _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_. I would not think thee him, I see thou art: Pr'ythee disown thyself in pity to me: Why should I be obliged by one I hate? _Gons_. I could say something in my own defence; But it were half a crime to plead my cause, When you would have me guilty. _Amid_. How I fear The sweetness of those words will move her pity! I'm sure they would do mine. _Gons_. You took me for a robber, but so far I am from that-- _Jul_. O, pr'ythee, be one still, That I may know some cause for my aversion. _Gons_. I freed you from them, and more gladly did it-- _Jul_. Be what thou wilt, 'tis now too late to tell me: The blackness of that image, I first fancied, Has so infected me, I still must hate thee.