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Rh But stay! my judgment fails; For should I curse Monteses' son I curse Castelvin's daughter too. When first thou didst entrap my wand'ring eye, The sight was love,—for doth not all Verona Full loudly sing Roselo Montes' praise?— 'Twas then I licence gave for words, 'Twas then I own'd myself thy slave; But, since I know thy name and kin, My love ebbs back, all chill'd at heart, Fearing all ills, ay, even dark death's hand. As gentle blood doth course thy veins, I dare a favour crave: I do ask The ring I gave; I know I sought thy love; Speak not. When walking through this street, I pray, Crouch thee beneath the wall, So that the shadows hide thee from my sight. Oh, how I tremble! Farewell, begone, Leave me. My love it should be hate.

Roselo. I'll do thy bidding gladly, still Oh, sweet enemy! sunlight of my soul! Thou say'st thou hatest, Julia, love; For me, I cannot hate, I could and will Return thy ring, rescale these walls; But not to speak, to say how much I love, Is more than I dare promise now: Love without danger loseth strength for strife. Hear me, sweet Julia! darling! love! Seeing those dear eyes, hearing that sweet voice, I loved you, heeding not our kindred's hate, And when I knew it, then methought