LUCETTA.
Yet he, of all the rest, I think, best loves ye.

JULIA.
His little speaking shows his love but small.

LUCETTA.
Fire that's closest kept burns most of all.

JULIA.
They do not love that do not show their love.

LUCETTA.
O! they love least that let men know their love.

JULIA.
I would I knew his mind.

LUCETTA.
Peruse this paper, madam. [Gives a letter.]

JULIA.
'To Julia'--Say, from whom?

LUCETTA.
That the contents will show.

JULIA.
Say, say, who gave it thee?