Julia. That follows not!

Helen. What follows not?

Julia. That I
Should break my heart, because we go to town.

Helen. Indeed?--Oh, that's another matter. Well,
I'd e'en advise thee then to do his will;
And, ever after, when I prophesy,
Believe me, Julia!

[They retire. MASTER WALTER comes forward.]

[Enter FATHOM.]

Fath. So please you, sir, a letter,--a post-haste letter! The
bearer on horseback, the horse in a foam--smoking like a boiler at
the heat--be sure a posthaste letter!

Wal. Look to the horse and rider.

[Opens the letter and reads.]

What's this? A testament addressed to me,
Found in his lordship's escritoire, and thence
Directed to be taken by no hand
But mine. My presence instantly required.