JULIA
O me unhappy!
Swoons
PROTEUS
Look to the boy.
VALENTINE
Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what's the matter?
Look up; speak.
JULIA
O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring
to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
PROTEUS
Where is that ring, boy?
JULIA
Here 'tis; this is it.
PROTEUS
How! let me see:
Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
JULIA
O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
PROTEUS
But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.
JULIA
And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
PROTEUS
How! Julia!
JULIA
Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd 'em deeply in her heart.
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me
Such an immodest raiment, if shame live
In a disguise of love:
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes than men their minds.