rd, I yet am young enough to grow,
And 'tis the commendation of a boy,
That he is little. [_Cries_.

_Gons_. Pr'ythee, do not cry;
Hippolito, 'twas but just now you praised him,
And are you changed so soon?

_Hip_. On better view.

_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 t