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Rh Roselo. Yet what befell me, and that beauteous maid? Sweet witching words she spake.

Anselmo. What! could'st thou speak When eyes did only meet?

Roselo. She placed her trembling hand in mine.

Anselmo. She might do this, and yet her kin would seek To kill thee.

Roselo. Her rosy fingers placed This shining ring upon mine hand.

Anselmo. Blind eyes in that may even find deceit.

Roselo. She bade me in the orchard Await her coming, and to-night.

Anselmo. Then need I say no more Than this, that orchard green Will for Roselo Montes be the sward of death.

Roselo. Think'st thou so lightly of my love? She knew not when she spake 'Twas luring love did beckon. We saw and loved. Fear not for me, Anselmo; I go well arm'd. This very night We meet to hold sweet converse 'neath the trees, Despite the hatred of our houses. Hear me, Anselmo; art thou not my friend? And thou, Marin, my servant? I yield me to this fond delight, Madness, delusion, if ye will, And with me he who loves me well.