Well, is't a bargain? Come, thy hand upon it.
A word or two with thee.
[They retire. JULIA and HELEN come forward.]
Julia. Go up to town!
Helen. Have I not said it ten times o'er to thee?
But if thou likest it not, protest against it.
Julia. Not if 'tis Master Walter's will.
Helen. What then?
Thou wouldst not break thy heart for Master Walter?
Julia. That follows not!
Helen. What follows not?
Julia. That I
Should break my heart, because we go to town.
Helen. Indeed?--Oh, that's another matter. Well,
I'd e'en advise thee then to do his will;
And, ever after, when I prophesy,
Believe me, Julia!
[They retire. MASTER WALTER comes forward.]
[Enter FATHOM.]
Fath. So please you, sir, a letter,--a post-haste letter! The
bearer on horseback, the horse in a foam--smoking like a boiler at
the heat--be sure a posthaste letter!
Wal. Look to the horse and rider.
[Opens the letter and reads.]
What's this? A testament addressed to me,
Found in his lordship's escritoire, and thence
Directed to be taken by no hand
But mine.
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