Page 1967 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
P. 1967
If you be she, I do entreat your patience
To hear me speak the message I am sent on.
SILVIA
From whom? [110]
JULIA
From my master, Sir Proteus, madam.
SILVIA
O, he sends you for a picture.
JULIA
Ay, madam.
SILVIA
Ursula, bring my picture there.
Go, give your master this. Tell him from me, [115]
One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget,
Would better fit his chamber than this shadow.
JULIA
Madam, please you peruse this letter -
Pardon me, madam; I have unadvised
Delivered you a paper that I should not. [120]
This is the letter to your ladyship.
SILVIA
I pray thee let me look on that again.
JULIA
It may not be; good madam, pardon me.
SILVIA
There, hold!
I will not look upon your master’s lines. [125]
I know they are stuffed with protestations,
And full of new-found oaths, which he will break
As easily as I do tear his paper.
[Tears the letter]
