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38 For she doth love this holy father's counsel.

Otavio. So many going to and fro, the street Doth seem alive with moving feet.

Teobaldo. Is that my son?

Fesenio. And the lady I suspect's his cousin.

Teobaldo. 'Tis somewhat strange!

Fesenio. Is she not the idol of his heart? Already they go in.

Teobaldo. Attend Otavio thou, and say, I do desire some words with him.

Fesenio. My Lord, I do thy bidding.

Teobaldo. Disgrace incites, doth urge and tempt, So much I loathe that hated house. I did desire a peaceful course, But then They had not stung and gall'd me as to-day, And press'd me hard beyond endurance even, And yet, thus trusting hasty thought, Is but To trim the sail to catch light folly's breath.

Otavio. What would my honour'd sire?

Fesenio. He waits thee here, Señor.

Otavio. Sir, I stay for thy commands.

Teobaldo. How, lacking judgment, dost thou move In matters which affect thy kin; For daily dangling at thy cousin's heels, A witless error 'tis to leave to chance