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This same black powder makes a roaring fire, If, like good cooks, they only keep it up. Of all the Capeletes, daughter and her sire, We'll make an omlet, on which all may sup.

A signal is made from the tower, and old Capelete holds parley with Romeo, who tells him that his appeal is too late now Julia's dead. Capelete sues in vain, Romeo commanding his men to continue the fire of the artillery.

This day calm reason holds in us no sway, My soul is only thirsting for revenge to-day!

Count Paris appears on the battlements.

Ha! one more Moor upon the walls I spy; That's one more Moor amid the flames to fry.

After much parleying, in which Elena and Carlos take part, but in vain, Old Capelete at last appears holding Julia's hand. Of course the attack ceases.

Romeo! my lord, behold thy love.