Dorotea. Good night, my sweet and loving coz.
Julia. Heaven have you in safe keeping, coz,
And so farewell.
Exeunt. Julia and Celia remain; as Roselo passes out he exchanges glances with Julia.
Julia. Stay, Celia, stay, I'd speak with thee anon—
Celia. And I, my lady, too, have much to say.
Julia. Did'st ever see such loving eyes?
Did'st note the one that spake? ah me!
His words indeed were sweet!
Celia. And does my lady Julia know his name?
Julia. No, but I'd tell him 'mid a thousand men,
Those loving eyes did so enslave mine own.
I fear I play'd the wooer,
So bold and blushless, so unmaidenly was I.
But I have heard it said that men
Have eyes for holidays as well as coats;
And, slipping on such saints day garb—
Until the haughty maid droops eyelid down—
Celia. And then—
Julia. This youth he hath so charm'd my heart,
Already it grows sad and restless when apart.
Celia. A rare cast, madcap, hast thou made!
But court not the witching that thy fancy coins
This gentle youth doth charm the men,
And in Verona he is ever known to be
The soul of honour and of manly truth. Ah me!
And all the women love him too.
So take good heed, sweet lady mine,
Lest that thou love thine own perdition;
For this Roselo is Arnaldo's son,
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