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18 Lord of the house Montesi.

Julia. Oh, Celia! say not so; oh, grief! oh, tears! Oh, misery and woe!

Celia. Dear lady, moderate thy grief, I pray, 'Twere better to advise thee, knowing all, That thou may'st guard in time, thy madness see While yet the power to guard remains to thee.

Julia. How can I guard, for in most wanton haste, I gave mine hand, and he did take it? How dared a Montes step within The home and house of Castelvin?

Celia. I heard them whisper, now without, God grant they kill him not, rash youth, As forth he sallies through our portals to the street.

Julia. Hush! hush! methinks I hear— But no! Great God, protect him! I'll mount the stair, and from the window look He—he—no! 'Tis nothing! is my brain all fire?— Ah, there he goes, alone and safe!

Celia. Two others follow, and the one I see is Teobaldo, And I know He will protect Roselo Montes well.

Julia. Why came he here—why venture forth? What madness! and having madly come Why put aside his mask? that all might see. Had he not done so, then My father would have 'scaped offence, And I,—and I, a hopeless love.

Celia. The greater madness, lady, is To say thou lovest him.

Julia. I should, I know, respect mine honour much