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Rh  Oh, had I known how much she loved Otavio, I'd not have clamoured for revenge, And wedding her, let vengeance sleep. It grieves me sore to see her weep Otavio dead, the more that all her tears And woe be of a widow'd bride; I fain would see her lock'd in bonds of love. Her husband should be brave and noble, rich, And must well favour'd be. Count Paris did entreat me for her hand, Ere he did journey with the Duke; He will return anon. Think'st thou, good Lucio, She'll mourn the dead for ever, while A living lover woos her tearful eyes to smile?

Lucio. Count Paris is a fitting and most proper lord For so gentle gracious and so sweet a maid As Lady Julia. I pray you seek her, sir, and with most gentle words Discourse of this most noble Count, whose sighs Perchance will find some favour in her eyes.

Antonio. A husband dead is mourn'd as cloudy day; Let sunshine on the morrow break, 'twill hap You'll seek the grief in dark oblivion's lap.  

Paris. Our meeting thus indeed is sad. No hatred know I for thy kin or thee; And when hath even busy rumour said That Paris sided with Castelvin's lords?

Roselo. If I, so desperate in my need, so sad, 