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Los Bandos de Verona.
Julia.
Oh, father, trembling here I stand alone,
Thy flesh and blood expressed.
My love and duty both thou know'st are thine.
Old Capelete.
Will you obey me, then, when I command?
Julia.
All duty that a daughter owes I yield.
Old Capelete.
Redeem this debt by wedding with Count Paris.
Julia.
The Count's Elena's lord, and cannot wed another.
Old Capelete.
Divorced he's free. He's gallant, brave, and comely.
Julia.
These virtues, sir, concern me not.
Old Capelete.
The Count is of our closest kin.
Julia.
This moves me not.
Am I not free to choose
Where'er my heart may guide? I hate the Count!
