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12 Roselo. Nay, lady, 'tis heaven by thy side; But if I be uncourteous—

Julia. No discourtesy can rest with one Who pleading finds such gentle words as thine.

(Aside to Roselo.) He on my right I hope grows weary, And mayhap will leave us.

(To Otavio.) Sit closer to my side.

Otavio. Ever when I nearer come—why then Thou turn'st thy face away again.

Julia. You soon turn choleric, uncourteous coz, But I would speak in serious mood.

Otavio. Ah, then indeed I am repaid, The anger which I felt is gone, sweet maid.

Roselo. Oh! sweet, soft hand, to clasp so close in mine.

Julia. I hope to please thee, gentle coz, And yet I fear my boldness doth do more Than much outstep all maiden modesty. I can show thee no greater favour than To say thou hast my most enduring love.

Roselo. He who is primed to drink a toast To Love, needs little invitation to the deed.

Julia. He who doth turn a shoulder to the foe Surrenders at discretion.

Otavio. Yet when thou turned'st from me And left mine enemy to gaze upon thy face, Think'st thou 'twas strange to doubt?