SCENE I.—­A Chamber.

[Enter GONSALVO, HIPPOLITO, and ANGELINA as AMIDEO at a distance.

Gon.  Hippolito, what is this pretty youth, That follows us?

Hip.  I know not much of him: 
Handsome you see, and of graceful fashion;
Of noble blood, he says, and I believe him;
But in some deep distress; he’ll tell no more,
And I could cry for that, which he has told. 
So much I pity him.

Gon.  My pretty youth, Would I could do thee any service.

Ang.  Sir, The greatest you can do me, is accepting mine.

Hip.  How’s this? methinks already I begin
To hate this boy, whom but even now I moaned,
You serve my master?  Do you think I cannot
Perform all duties of a servant better,
And with more care, than you?

Ang.  Better you may,
But never with more care: 
Heaven, which is served with angels, yet admits
Poor man to pay his duty, and receives it.

Hip.  Mark but, my lord, how ill behaved a youth, How very ugly, what a dwarf he is.

Ang.  My lord, 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.