Juliet.
The valet of Romeo!
Celia.
Yes, Madam, and I ſwear to you, that, if the maſter has merit, his ſervant does not want his ſhare.
Juliet.
Endeavour to know, by means of this lad, whether Romeo loves any other lady in the city.
Celia.
What concern is that of yours? You have reſolved to forget him.
Juliet.
I forgot my reſolution; but, in the main, what harm would there be in it, if you were to enquire whether he pays his reſpects any where elſe?
Celia.
Why will you embarraſs yourſelf? Since he is not to be yours, permit him to love whoever he pleaſes.
Juliet.
Leave me; you are the moſt ill-contrived girl I ever met with; and, if I don't chuſe he ſhould love any other, are you to pretend to contradict me?
Celia.
Your pleaſure would be a real piece of injuſtice.
Juliet.
More impertinence!
