Roselo. Deem me not rashly bold nor rude;
But as I saw and madly loved, so thou
Dost heal the wound with charmèd words.
Julia. To see thee was to love. I blush,
For art thou not so handsome, bold,
So young and gallant too?
Otavio. Having thy love, I breathe, sweet coz,
The air with angels.
Julia. I'll say thou art a mirror, where
Though I am far distant from the sun,
His glorious rays shall fall on thee,
And by reflexion glance on me;
And so thy light and heat remain as part of mine.
Roselo. The sun's great brightness burns apace
Because I feel him at the full;
And yet undazzled still I see my sun of love,
No shadows now I fear from clouds above.
Julia. A question, who doth love me best?
Otavio. I!
Roselo. I!
Julia. Whose then am I?
Otavio. Mine!
Roselo. Mine!
Julia. Wilt thou be mine only?
Otavio. Yes!
Roselo. Yes!
Julia. And wilt ne'er forswear me?
Otavio. No!
Roselo. No!
Julia. Carest thou to see me oft?
Otavio. When can I see thee?
Roselo. When can I see thee?
