JULIA.
How now! what means this passion at his name?

LUCETTA.
Pardon, dear madam; 'tis a passing shame
That I, unworthy body as I am,
Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.

JULIA.
Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest?

LUCETTA.
Then thus,--of many good I think him best.

JULIA.
Your reason?

LUCETTA.
I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so.

JULIA.
And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?

LUCETTA.
Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

JULIA.
Why, he, of all the rest, hath never moved me.