Roselo (aside to Marin). Mayhap they seek his friendly help
To slay both you and me.
Marin (aside to Roselo). I feel we're dead, unless at once
We stick this fellow where he stands.
Roselo. What! would you thus defenceless slay
One who comes with courteous speech?
Marin. A plague upon all courtesies, I say;
I cannot play my life 'gainst treachery to-day.
He who doth love his kin may courteous die,
And yet, being dead, what worth his courtesy?
Paris. The words here written read,
And know the purpose of this messenger.
Read, Roselo. Share my good fortune too,
And wish me joy. Yet though I wed
Castelvin's lovely daughter, still
I shall not cease to hold myself thy friend.
Roselo reads. Hah!
Paris. Read!
Roselo. "If aught can in such cankering grief console,
'Twould be thy presence here, most noble Count;
My house is thine, and waits thy coming to defend
Verona and the cause of Castelvin as well.
Rumour hath whisper'd how Otavio fell,
Slain by Roselo Montes' treacherous steel!
Otavio's blood cries daily for revenge;
All wish you here to succour and to aid;
Julia a husband waits—I a son-in-law elect."
Alas, alas! what words are these! undone!
Julia a husband waits, and I a son!
Paris. What makes thy lip to tremble so?
Roselo. If Julia Castelvin shall wed with thee,
