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76 Rutilio. In open fight Otavio Castelvin he slew, Since then he goes so sad of face, I hardly dare Be jealous of his love, or care.

Fernando. Let the musicians sing.

Rutilio. Hold! Some persons here approach By yonder street.

Fernando. Strangers in Ferrara, too, methinks.

Marin. What news of love, my master dear?

Roselo. I but an unletter'd student am, My earliest lesson has been conn'd in blood. My soul is not of adamant. The sting Hath enter'd deeply; the wound is fresh, And bleeds.

Marin. So, if the fair Julia a second time shall wed, This moonish madness should no longer fill your head.

Roselo. If high Heaven's angels smile on love, Then dare I ask fair justice from above.

Marin. No doubt the angels straightway now will grant Each tittle [sic] of the justice that you want.

Rutilio (aside to ). That is Roselo Montes!

Fernando. Were we of Castelvin's kin, we might Now find occasion free and opportune to-night.

Rutilio. Approach Fernando, And close question seek.

Marin (aside to Roselo). Some fellows now approach, and see, They watch us closely, too.

Roselo. Sirs! We are strangers, wand'ring through