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30  Anselmo. Although my heart be heavy as a stone, I'll aid thee, though I face a thousand deaths.

Marin. Am I not most rashly brave? I'll live And die with thee, my lord, my aid I'll give.

Roselo. Counting such loving help as this, Mischances may assail; yet hoping bliss I count mischances naught, So little does our prudence weigh When love the balance trims. Julia, I swear that thou shalt be mine own, My truly wedded love, my gentle wife; And happy then that day will be When I may live and die for thee. 



Otavio. I understand thee not.

Julia. Nor know I thine intent.

Otavio. Sweet coz, at your command I'm here.

Julia. Here, how, why?

Otavio. If thou did'st not count upon my coming Why wand'ring 'neath the stars?

Julia. I came here for no purpose that I know Save this, to show mine anger if thou cam'st.

Otavio. Thy mem'ry fails, for at the ball, 