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Rh  Julia. Father, adieu! I am Roselo's, and for ever now, I'm his alone;—dear Celia, wipe my brow.

Celia. Come, gentle lady; come, I'll lead thee in.

Julia. I cannot stand! Oh, farewell, my husband! My only love! sweet husband. Ah!  

Fernando. Here we may sing.

Rutilio. Behind yon envious grate there shines A wondrous golden sun, which gleaming gilds And dazzles as the burnish'd ray That from the eastward springs at early day.

Musician. The story runs, a stranger here hath fallen, Enamour'd of this sun, and she so bright With tender glances feeds his ravish'd sight.

Fernando. Comes he from Verona.

Musician. So goes the rumour here.

Fernando. Know'st thou his name?

Rutilio. Roselo!

Fernando. Hath Heaven endowed him with such gifts Of grace and speech, that every woman's heart Drops as ripe fruit when touch'd, into his lap, While common chatter is so busy with his name?

Rutilio. Yes; but wise men would hardly care To follow thus and such great peril share.

Fernando. Enough. I understand.

Rutilio. I know the Castelvines' kin in secret do Pursue with cunning unto death this Montes youth.

Fernando. A vain enterprise 'twould seem.

