Act II - Page 2

Gons: 'Twas my unhappiness to meet this lady
Last night; because it ruined my design
Of walking by the house of Roderick:
Who knows but through some window I had spied
Fair Julia's shadow passing by the glass;
Or if some others, I would think it hers;
Or if not any, I would see the place
Where Julia lives. O Heaven, how small a blessing
Will serve to make despairing lovers happy!

Amid: Unhappy Angelina, thou art lost:
Thy lord loves Julia. [Aside.

Enter HIPPOLITO and JULIA.

Jul:--Where is thy master?
I long to give him my acknowledgments
For my own safety, and my brother's both.
Ha! Is it he? [Looks.

Gons: Can it be Julia?
Could night so far disguise her from my knowledge!

Jul: I would not think thee him, I see thou art:
Pr'ythee disown thyself in pity to me:
Why should I be obliged by one I hate?

Gons: I could say something in my own defence;
But it were half a crime to plead my cause,
When you would have me guilty.

Amid: How I fear
The sweetness of those words will move her pity!
I'm sure they would do mine.

Gons: You took me for a robber, but so far
I am from that--

Jul: O, pr'ythee, be one still,
That I may know some cause for my aversion.

Gons: I freed you from them, and more gladly did it--

Jul: Be what thou wilt, 'tis now too late to tell me:
The blackness of that image, I first fancied,
Has so infected me, I still must hate thee.

Hip: Though (if she loves him) all my hopes are ruined,
It makes me mad to see her thus unkind. [Aside.
Madam, what see you in this gentleman,
Deserves your scorn or hatred? love him, or
Expect just Heaven should strangely punish you.

Gons: No more: Whate'er she does is best; and if
You would be mine, you must, like me, submit
Without dispute.

Hip: How can I love you, sir, and suffer this?
She has forgot that, which, last night, you did
In her defence.

Jul: O call that night again;
Pitch her with all her darkness round: then set me
In some far desert, hemmed with mountain wolves
To howl about me: This I would endure,
And more, to cancel my obligements to him.

Gons: You owe me nothing, madam; if you do,
I make it void; and only ask your leave
To love you still; for, to be loved again
I never hope;

Jul: If that will clear my debt, enjoy thy wish;
Love me, and long, and desperately love me.
I hope thou wilt, that I may plague thee more:
Mean time, take from me that detested object;
Convey thy much loathed person from my sight.

Gons: Madam, you are obeyed.
Hippolito and Amideo, wait
Upon fair Julia; look upon her for me
With dying eyes, but do not speak one word
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