_Jul._ From my master, Sir Proteus, madam. 110 _Sil._ O, he sends you for a picture. _Jul._ Ay, madam. _Sil._ Ursula, bring my picture there. Go give your master this: tell him, from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, 115 Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. _Jul._ Madam, please you peruse this letter.-- Pardon me, madam; I have unadvised Deliver'd you a paper that I should not: This is the letter to your ladyship. 120 _Sil._ I pray thee, let me look on that again. _Jul._ It may not be; good madam, pardon me. _Sil._ There, hold! I will not look upon your master's lines: I know they are stuff'd with protestations, 125 And full of new-found oaths; which he will break As easily as I do tear his paper. _Jul._ Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. _Sil._ The more shame for him that he sends it me; For I have heard him say a thousand times 130 His Julia gave it him at his departure. Though his false finger have profaned the ring, Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. _Jul._ She thanks you. _Sil._ What say'st thou? 135 _Jul._ I thank you, madam, that you tender her. Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. _Sil._ Dost thou know her? _Jul._ Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes I do protest 140 That I have wept a hundred several times. _Sil._ Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. _Jul._ I think she doth; and that's her cause of sorrow. _Sil._ Is she not passing fair? _Jul._ She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: 145 When she did think my master loved her well, She, in my judgement, was as fair as you; But since she did neglect her looking-glass, And threw her sun-expelling mask away, The air hath starved the roses in her cheeks, 150 And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face, That now she is become as black as I. _Sil._ How tall was she? _Jul._ About my stature: for, at Pentecost, When all our pageants of delight were play'd, 155 Our youth got me to play the woman's part, And I was trimm'd in Madam Julia's gown; Which served me as fit, by all men's judgements, As if the garment had been made for me: Therefore I know she is about my height. 160 And at that time I made her weep agood, For I did play a lamentable part: Madam, 'twas Ariadne passioning For Theseus' perjury and unjust flight; Which I so lively acted with my tears, 165 That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!