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[Exit Launce.]

A slave, that still an end turns me to shame!

Sebastian, I have entertained thee,

Partly that I have need of such a youth

That can with some discretion do my business—

For ’tis no trusting to yond foolish lout—

But chiefly for thy face and thy behavior,

Which (if my augury deceive me not)

Witness good bringing up, fortune, and truth:

Therefore know [thou], for this I entertain thee.

Go presently, and take this ring with thee,

Deliver it to Madam Silvia—

She lov’d me well deliver’d it to me.

Jul.

It seems you lov’d not her, [to] leave her token:

She is dead, belike?

Pro.

Not so; I think she lives.

Jul.

Alas!

Pro.

Why dost thou cry “alas”?

Jul.

I cannot choose

But pity her.

Pro.

Wherefore shouldst thou pity her?

Jul.

Because methinks that she lov’d you as well

As you do love your lady Silvia:

She dreams on him that has forgot her love;

You dote on her that cares not for your love.

’Tis pity love should be so contrary;

And thinking on it makes me cry “alas!”