LUCETTA.
Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheedfully.

JULIA.
Of all the fair resort of gentlemen
That every day with parle encounter me,
In thy opinion which is worthiest love?

LUCETTA.
Please you, repeat their names; I'll show my mind
According to my shallow simple skill.

JULIA.
What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour?

LUCETTA.
As of a knight well-spoken, neat, and fine;
But, were I you, he never should be mine.

JULIA.
What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio?

LUCETTA.
Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.

JULIA.
What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?

LUCETTA.
Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us!