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 Nay, but, sweet Love, oblivion may find Some balm, but hate no remedy of love. Hate ofttimes waits on jealousy, 'tis true, But love will ne'er be servitor to hate.

He who doth hate, and hotly hateth too, E'en in his hating doth remember love; While he who basely doth forget his love Is hateful in his own forgetfulness. I'd rather know the hatred of my love, Than feel oblivion's shameful slight.

And yet all women have maintained that hate Is but revenge disguised.

Here follows a somewhat tedious dissertation upon hatred and revenge, in which Elena and the Gracioso take part. The traditional three doors, one centre, one right, and one left centre, are now brought into play. Romeo, Carlos his friend, Elena and the Gracioso, are all compelled suddenly to hide, Old Capelete and his nephew Andrés appearing upon the scene. Andrés remarks that, if not much mistaken, he heard a man's voice as he ascended the stairs. Julia tells a downright falsehood, sarcastically observing—