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Rh  The bride is present. All should then be mum.

Antonio. Only to one who cares for face and youth, But not to one who merit seeks and truth.

Count. Such marks good reason for thy choice.

Verona. Age and regret first cousins be.

Antonio. Adieu! I go to visit my young bride.

Count. With heavy heart I go—whate'er betide!  

Julia. Oh! where hath frowning Fortune led me? If I be dead, how sense of thought remain? So chill, so black, all murky night around; No door, no air. Heaven denies me sight Of his bright, pure, and glorious light. Can I be sleeping 'mid the mighty dead, And feel the chill of fading life upon my brain, While yet stern will remains? I know no pain. Have I not flesh to feel, tongue, lips, and voice? What place is this, so dark, so foul, So chill, so dank? My very flesh doth creep. Who, then, inhabit its dread silence? Sin— Sickening corses [sic] seem to hem me in. O heaven! how I love sweet life! Who, then, Hath placed me living 'mid the dead, and when? Why gape these murky caves to gulf my soul? Stay; mem'ry dawns! the deadly draught Aurelio sent hath work'd this chill, how then Hold I still mysterious mortal ken, 