Part 4 (1/2)

_Julia_. I guess nought.

_Helen_. You do!

At your grave words, your lips, more honest, smile, And show them to be traitors. Hie to him.

_Julia_. Hie thee to soberness.

[Goes out.]

_Helen_. Ay, will I, when, Thy bridemaid, I shall hie to church with thee.

Well, Fathom, who is come?

_Fath_. I know not.

_Helen_. What! Didst thou not hear his name?

_Fath_. I did.

_Helen_. What is't?

_Fath_. I noted not.

_Helen_. What hast thou ears for, then?

_Fath_. What good were it for me to mind his name?

I do but what I must do. To do that Is labour quite enough!

_Wal_. [Without.] What, Fathom!

_Fath_. Here.

_Wal_. [Entering.] Here, sirrah! Wherefore didst not come to me?

_Fath_. You did not bid me come.

_Wal_. I called thee.

_Fath_. Yes.

And I said ”Here;” and waited then to know Your wors.h.i.+p's will with me.

_Wal_. We go to town.

Thy mistress, thou, and all the house.

_Fath_. Well, sir?

_Wal_. Mak'st thou not ready then to go to town?

Hence, knave, despatch!

[FATHOM goes out.]

_Helen_. Go we to town?

_Wal_. We do; 'Tis now her father's will she sees the town.