[Goes farther off, towards the end of the stage.

My passion swells too high;
And, like a vessel struggling in a storm,
Requires more hands than one to steer her upright;
I’ll find her brother out.
[Exit.

Jul.  That boy, I see, he trusts above the other: 
He has a strange resemblance with a face
That I have seen, but when, or where, I know not. 
I’ll watch till they are parted; then, perhaps,
I may corrupt that little one to free me.

[Aside.  Exit.

Amid.  Sweet Hippolito, let me speak with you.

Hip.  What would you with me?

Amid.  Nay, you are so fierce;
By all that’s good, I love and honour you,
And, would you do but one poor thing I’ll ask you,
In all things else you ever shall command me. 
Look you, Hippolito, here’s gold and jewels;
These may be yours.

Hip.  To what end dost thou show These trifles to me? or how cam’st thou by them?  Not honestly, I fear.

Amid.  I swear I did:  And you shall have them; but you always press Before me in my master’s service so—­

Hip.  And always will.

Amid.  But, dear Hippolito,
Why will you not give way, that I may be
First in his favour, and be still employed? 
Why do you frown? ’tis not for gain I ask it;
Whatever he shall give me shall be yours,
Except it be some toy you would not care for,
Which I should keep for his dear sake, that gave it.

Hip.  If thou wouldst offer both the Indies to me,
The eastern quarries, and the western mines,
They should not buy one look, one gentle smile
Of his from me; assure thy soul they should not,
I hate thee so.

Amid.  Henceforth I’ll hate you worse. 
But yet there is a woman whom he loves,
A certain Julia, who will steal his heart
From both of us; we’ll join at least against
The common enemy.

Hip.  Why does he fear my lord should love a woman?  The passion of this boy is so like mine, That it amazes me. [Aside.

Enter a Servant.

Serv.  Young gentleman, Your master calls for you.

Hip.  I’ll think upon’t—­

[Exuent HIPPOLITO and Serv

Enter JULIA to AMIDEO.

Jul.  Now is the time, he is alone.

Amid.  Here comes The saint, my lord adores; love, pardon me The fault, I must commit.

Jul.  Fair youth, I am A suitor to you.

Amid.  So am I to you.

Jul.  You see me here a prisoner.

Amid.  My request Is, I may set you free; make haste, sweet madam; Which way would you go?

Jul.  To the next Religious house.

Amid.  Here through the garden, madam; How I commend your holy resolution! [Exeunt.