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Rh Then in great strait am I, and yet, ah, me! What need to speak again? Thy letter take, One Castelvines more but one more foe will make!

Paris. Am I of blood so vile, that thou Suspect'st this letter shall have work'd in me Such change, that I should cease to stand thy friend? What, though fair Julia claim Castelvin blood, Shall I the vantage take, as man with man, And quit all courtesies of gentle life, Because I take this lady for my wedded wife? Shall I forswear all truth and honour?—nay, Go, and as thou banish'd art from that Fair city where my wedded hope doth lie? I freely speak, and good Fesenio, here, Hath a most noble heart, I know, And will report this meeting to his lord In such judicious guise as may be fit, and see Naught of disfavour happen unto thee.

Fesenio. Count Paris, thy wishes are commands— I do your pleasure gladly, for although Castelvin born and nurtured, yet I do respect Roselo Montes much.

Paris. Adieu, Roselo. Heaven have you In safe keeping 'till we meet again.

Fesenio. Adieu, Marin.

Paris (aside to ). Mistrust doth hold him in her iron thrall, So that his tongue scarce motion makes at all.

Fesenio. 'Tis true.

Paris. The bravest of us feel a sudden shock, When threatening death at heart doth knock—