Act II

SCENE I.--A Chamber.

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

Gons: 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.

Gons: 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 awkwardly;
[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.