Arnaldo (without). Hold, for thy life!
Antonio (without). Out, out I say, ye coward crew!
Roselo. That voice, it is my father's.
Anselmo. Stand thou here, Roselo.
Roselo. To stand here idly is a coward's choice. [Rushes into the church.
Anselmo. 'Tis now for life or death.
Enter from the church (with drawn swords) Antonio, Teobaldo, Otavio, and Fesenio; who place themselves on one side, Arnaldo, Lidio, Marin, and Anselmo on the other; Roselo in the centre.
Roselo (apart to Anselmo). Anselmo, go my father tell,
And say I hold for Julia's sake alone,
Although my blood denies her kin and house.
Anselmo (apart to Roselo). No need of words, I see
That love doth blind thee.
Roselo. Hold, gentlemen, I pray; hold
Each hand, I say; albeit I am a Montes,
And still but young in years,
Yet do I not seek intention'd ill,
And have no care for triumphs
Wrested through revenge.
Touching this hot dispute 'tis well
That reason calmly doth the balance grasp,
And firmly hold thy hands; meanwhile
Let reason regulate thy words and deeds,
So noble, skill'd and strong for war,
As all Verona knows both Montes and Castelvins are;
Is then the subject in dispute so grave?
