Julia. Give you thanks!
Though 'twere my death! my death!

Wal. Thy death! indeed,
For happiness like this, one well might die!
Take thy lord's letter! Well?

[Enter THOMAS, with a letter.]

Thos. This letter, sir,
The gentleman that served Sir Thomas Clifford -
Or him that was Sir Thomas--gave to me
For Mistress Julia.

Julia. Give it me!

[Throwing away the one she holds.]

Wal. [Snatching it.] For what?
Wouldst read it? He's a bankrupt! stripped of title,
House, chattels, lands, and all! A naked bankrupt,
With neither purse, nor trust! Wouldst read his letter?
A beggar! Yea, a very beggar!--fasts, unless
He dines on alms! How durst he send thee a letter!
A fellow cut on this hand, and on that;
Bows and is cut again, and bows again!
Who pays you fifty smiles for half a one, -
And that given grudgingly! To you a letter!
I burst with choler! Thus I treat his letter!