Waiting Roselo Montes here!
Julia. Do I not love, and shall I not deceive?
Otavio should have tied my tongue, nor left
Me here to speak with this Roselo Montes.
Celia. Hush! I hear a footfall near.
Julia. Already had my heart drunk in The sound.
Celia. He must have mounted by some corded steps.
Julia. How, where could he have fix'd them?
Oh heavens! should he fall!
Celia. I fear me that already he hath fallen.
Julia. If he hath climb'd the wall;
'Tis very high.
Roselo (without). Wait thou beneath the wall.
Julia. Oh, had I but my will, brave Montes, now,
No need for envious ladder should there be.
Enter Roselo gaily dressed.
Roselo. Oh, sweetest lady! do mine eyes again
Behold thee? Dear Julia, let me gaze.
Julia. Thou shalt, and with such modesty
As I know well thou hast; 'tis more than mine.
Before thou speak'st thy flatt'ring words,
So apt to cheat a trusting woman's ears,
(For women, if discreet and strong,
Are yet but women after all;
And if they stay to listen, answer will
As women answer, press'd),
I would care first thou heard'st me say
That thou art known to me;
And all my grief is now for what thou art,
And that I fear I am to thee.
