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Rh  Roselo. O Fortune fair, upon our true love smile.  

Loreto. I tell thee that I saw them all depart, And they'll be here anon.

Belardo. Good lack, so many gentlefolk, the house Will scarcely hold their lacqueys.

Loreto. Thou of the spade and sickle put aside Thy farming books of how to sow, to plough and reap, While I the news of this brave wedding do relate.

Belardo. For me, my son, more cares than joys Must I expect; but what wedding's this? For I but yestermorn did see the funeral's pomp.

Loreto. Out of that sad funeral, sir, This very wedding is but newly born.

Belardo. How so, when all Verona weeps That sad event?

Loreto. Our Lord Antonio left alone to grieve In sadden'd home the death of Lady Julia.

Belardo. True, what then, Loreto?

Loreto. His noble brother, too, doth own broad lands, And holdeth it much value.

Belardo. Just so, my son.

Loreto. Having a daughter, Dorotea, he would wed Her to her uncle, so the lands should own No alien blood, and for the wedding feast They from Verona come anon.

Belardo. Good; the reason seemeth very good. God help us then, and may the maid 