Julia. And so I show my hate and doubt,
By leaving all for thee.
Otavio. Sweet lady Julia, now no longer
I complain nor doubt.
Roselo. Dare I give credence to mine ear
That these sweet words are all for me?
Julia. Lack I not some courtesy, good coz?
And yet I see no help for't.
Otavio. Nay, Julia, thou wouldst never err
Though placed by Love in greatest strait.
Julia. And thanks you owe so much to me,
And yet thou think'st so little due to be.
Otavio. Julia, would'st thou drive me mad?
Roselo. She favours me beyond compare.
Julia. Did opportunity permit, you'd see
How bold and saucy I would be.
Otavio. Good Fortune smiles upon my hopes.
Roselo. Her words fall on my ravished ear
As murmuring waters flowing near.
Otavio. Thus joy doth follow small mishap.
Roselo. She speaks to me alone while yonder fool
Doth think each whispered word's for him.
Julia. Oh, never in these sweet sunny hours of life
Knew I so much to charm me.
Otavio. Sweet love consumes me
With his thousand fires.
Roselo. Each honied word her lip distils
Creeps in mine ear as most melodious music thrills.
Julia. Think ye not, sirs, such free and open speech
Doth savour of some licence.
Otavio. Love like ours, sweet coz, doth know
Full liberty of word and thought.
