Enter Julia and Celia, Soldiers and People.
Julia. Having buried all bright hopes, what care or fear
Of self-respect or honour now.
Celia. Hush, yonder stands Verona's Duke.
Julia. What does he here?
Is't to seize Roselo Montes that he comes?
Captain. Whom have we here?
Julia. A woman, Julia Castelvin.
Captain. Thou, then, art daughter to Antonio.
Julia. One who is daily praying for her death.
Enter Roselo and Marin, guarded.
Roselo. Marin, yonder stands my wife,
The gentle Lady Julia, sweetest life!
Marin. She'll swear away thy sweetest life.
Duke. Roselo Montes, didst in hatred slay Otavio Castelvin?
Roselo. If he be dead, then did this arm indeed
Without premeditation deal the blow;
Provoked by bitter words I did but draw
My sword in honest self-defence.
Duke. His gentle cousin in our presence stands,
And one who loved him much.
Roselo. And I in truth dare ask her, if he fell
In fair and open conflict, ay or no?
Julia. Most noble Duke, albeit I have lost
A cousin and protector both, a thousand times
I say but yes and yes again, for truth
Doth force these words from out my hapless lips.
