How much am I obliged, sir, to your valour!
_Gons_. Rather to your own sweetness, pretty youth;
You must have been some way preserved, though I
Had not been near; my aid did but prevent
Some miracle more slowly setting out
To save such excellence.
_Hip_. How much more gladly could I hear those words,
If he, that spoke them, knew he spoke to me! [_Aside_.
_Enter the Robber again with Don_ MANUEL, _and_
JULIA, _bound_.
My brother and my sister prisoners too!
They cannot sure discover me through this
Disguise; however, I'll not venture it.
[_Steps behind the trees_.
_2 Rob_. This gentleman and lady
[_To_ GONS. _privately_.
My fellows bound. [_Exit Robber_.
_Man_. We must prepare to die;
This is the captain of the Picarons.
_Jul_. Methinks he looks like one; I have a strange
Aversion to that man; he's fatal to me.
_Gons_. I ne'er saw excellence in womankind
[_Stares on her_.
Till now, and yet discern it at the first:
Perfection is discovered in a moment;
He, that ne'er saw the sun before, yet knows him.
_Jul_. How the villain stares upon me!
_Gons_. Wonder prepares my soul, and then love enters:
But wonder is so close pursued by love,
That, like a fire, it warms as soon as born.
_Man_. If we must die, what need these circumstances?
_Jul_.
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