Say it aspires--that's gain! Love stoops--that's loss!
You know what comes. The princess loved the page.
Shall I go on, or here leave off?

Julia. Go on.

Wal. Each side of the chamber shows a different stage
Of this fond page, and fonder lady's love. {2}
First--no, it is not that.

Julia. Oh, recollect!

Wal. And yet it is.

Julia. No doubt it is. What is 't?

Wal. He holds to her a salver, with a cup;
His cheeks more mantling with his passion than
The cup with the ruby wine. She heeds him not,
For too great heed of him:- but seems to hold
Debate betwixt her passion and her pride -
That's like to lose the day. You read it in
Her vacant eye, knit brow, and parted lips,
Which speak a heart too busy all within
To note what's done without. Like you the tale?

Julia. I list to every word.

Wal. The next side paints
The page upon his knee. He has told his tale;