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Rh Thou saidst, we'll meet and here to-night.

Julia. Thou sayest well. My father rests but ill, Go thou and lull him to soft sleep; And when in slumbers fast he's held, Come thou and take such poor ungracious love As I may have for thee; my father sups above.

Otavio. Wilt thou indeed do this?

Julia. Ne'er hesitate, I can refuse thee nought.

Otavio. Then will I so contrive, that supper o'er He shall not ask for thee.

Julia. Here then I wait thy coming, coz.

Otavio. Come dainty sleep, and round him cast Thy sweet oblivious wings.

Julia. Celia.

Celia. Dear lady.

Julia. In so great a strait as this What can an honest maiden do?

Celia. While Otavio converse holds within, Do thou Roselo tell all here, And truly undeceive him.

Julia. 'Twere deceit so dark to undeceive. Should I deceive to undeceive?

Celia. Yes, lady.

Julia. A most cruel sentence this; I will to Love appeal.

Celia. How well a woman knows to use A rival, for the favours she would show To him she loves the best. And you well know Your cousin, now above, doth entertain Your father at his supper, while you remain