_Hip_. Though (if she loves him) all my hopes are ruined, It makes me mad to see her thus unkind. [_Aside_. Madam, what see you in this gentleman, Deserves your scorn or hatred? love him, or Expect just Heaven should strangely punish you. _Gons_. No more: Whate'er she does is best; and if You would be mine, you must, like me, submit Without dispute. _Hip_. How can I love you, sir, and suffer this? She has forgot that, which, last night, you did In her defence. _Jul_. O call that night again; Pitch her with all her darkness round: then set me In some far desert, hemmed with mountain wolves To howl about me: This I would endure, And more, to cancel my obligements to him. _Gons_. You owe me nothing, madam; if you do, I make it void; and only ask your leave To love you still; for, to be loved again I never hope; _Jul_. If that will clear my debt, enjoy thy wish; Love me, and long, and desperately love me. I hope thou wilt, that I may plague thee more: Mean time, take from me that detested object; Convey thy much loathed person from my sight. _Gons_. Madam, you are obeyed. Hippolito and Amideo, wait Upon fair Julia; look upon her for me With dying eyes, but do not speak one word In my behalf; for, to disquiet her, Even happiness itself were bought too dear. [_Goes farther off, towards the end of the stage_. My passion swells too high; And, like a vessel struggling in a storm, Requires more hands than one to steer her upright; I'll find her brother out. [_Exit_. _Jul_. That boy, I see, he trusts above the other: He has a strange resemblance with a face That I have seen, but when, or where, I know not. I'll watch till they are parted; then, perhaps, I may corrupt that little one to free me. [_Aside. Exit_. _Amid_. Sweet Hippolito, let me speak with you. _Hip_. What would you with me? _Amid_. Nay, you are so fierce; By all that's good, I love and honour you, And, would you do but one poor thing I'll ask you, In all things else you ever shall command me. 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.