For she doth love this holy father's counsel.
Otavio. So many going to and fro, the street
Doth seem alive with moving feet.
Julia, Otavio, Celia, and Servants go in.
Teobaldo. Is that my son?
Fesenio. And the lady I suspect's his cousin.
Teobaldo. 'Tis somewhat strange!
Fesenio. Is she not the idol of his heart?
Already they go in.
Teobaldo. Attend Otavio thou, and say,
I do desire some words with him.
Fesenio. My Lord, I do thy bidding. [Exit.
Teobaldo. Disgrace incites, doth urge and tempt,
So much I loathe that hated house.
I did desire a peaceful course,
But then
They had not stung and gall'd me as to-day,
And press'd me hard beyond endurance even,
And yet, thus trusting hasty thought,
Is but
To trim the sail to catch light folly's breath.
Enter Fesenio and Otavio from the church.
Otavio. What would my honour'd sire?
Fesenio. He waits thee here, Señor.
Otavio. Sir, I stay for thy commands.
Teobaldo. How, lacking judgment, dost thou move
In matters which affect thy kin;
For daily dangling at thy cousin's heels,
A witless error 'tis to leave to chance
