Thou heard'st perchance were mine.
Otavio. Sweet Julia, I'd have our lives to be
Naught but the echo of thy love for me.
Antonio. Time draws on apace,
Already it is growing late.
Julia, aside, (giving a ring to Roselo). Keep this.
Otavio. Keep this! keep what?
Roselo (aside to Julia). Oh, this indeed is bliss,
What do I not owe thee, sweetest maid?
Julia to Otavio. How dull thou art!
Dost comprehend me yet, or only part?
Otavio. Nay, how should I?
Julia. Didst thou not note that thus
I placed my hand upon my heart
In token that I gave it free to thee,
And so I said, in truth, keep this.
Otavio. So will I, my soul's idol, and for ever
Guard thy precious gift of love.
Roselo (aside). Is she not angelic as discreet?
Amazed I listen to her words so sweet;
She bids me this dear ring to guard,
And so her heart surrenders all to me.
Otavio thinks 'tis his. Oh Love! blind boy,
Her beauty and her wit enslave. Oh joy!
Antonio to Teobaldo. Thy words indeed were wise
And most discreetly turn'd.
Teobaldo. I did but counsel apt discretion now.
Come, it grows late apace, we'll in;
Already dance and revel cease.
Antonio. Torches, ho! torches, here.
Teobaldo. Farewell, and heaven guard and keep thee;
To-morrow we will speak of this again.
