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20 Celia. It shall be done; and yet, my lady, believe I feel some pang of heart to see thee grieve, And find thy maiden fancy touch'd so deep.

Julia. Oh, had'st thou whisper'd wiser Counsel then.

Celia. His servant always linger'd at my side.

Julia. His servant?

Celia. Yes, sweet lady, and I swear, That if the master be so bold, so true So gallant and so handsome too, The servant in his place reflects His master well.

Julia. Much would it please me now to know Of this same servant that thou namest If brave Roselo Montes ever loved another. Seek, good Celia, seek on, till thou find'st, And tell me truly, for my poor heart's sake.

Celia. Your duty, lady, is but to forget.

Julia. Ah yes, my memory fail'd me for the time! Tell him how innocent of deceit I was; Tell him, oh tell him not to pass this dangerous way: And yet, I care so much to know If he doth love another? Go, Celia, go.

Celia. This, lady, is but wanting woman's wit. Let him go love where fancy leads, He ne'er can wed with thee.

Julia. Woman, how wondrous wearisome thou art, For ever seeking thus to cross and fret. What matter is't to thee, if I should care To know he loved not one but twenty Of Verona's fairest daughters?

Celia. To seek to know such secrets is most wrong.