Los Bandos de Verona.
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I know nought save this: I'm here alone;
That heaven is bright, and angels full of mercy.
Old Capelete.
How cam'st thou hither, child?
Julia.
All shall be known hereafter. Let me pass.
Count.
I care nought for the future—knowing this,
That I've been cheated—cheated, sir, by you.
No poisoned draught thou gavest to the maid;
'Twas but to put a cheat upon me, Sir,
By simulated death, and juggling, thus
To give her o'er to Romeo.
Old Capelete.
To give her o'er to Romeo. Be silent, Count!
Another word brings death to you or me.
Rather than see her hated Romeo's wife,
I'd plunge my steel from point to hilt
Through her false heart. If mortal, she is thine—
Immortal death's.
Julia.
Here, sir, then strike and end my woes at once.
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