A long (and it was thought a mortal) quarrel,
But now it must for ever end in peace:
For, happening both to love each others sisters,
They have concluded it in a cross marriage;
Which, in the palace of Don Rodorick,
They went to celebrate from their countryhouse,
When, taken by the thieves, you rescued them.
_Gons_. Methinks I am grown patient on a sudden,
And all my rage is gone: like losing gamesters,
Who fret and storm, and swear at little losses;
But, when they see all hope of fortune vanished,
Submit, and gain a temper by their ruin.
_Hip_. Would you could cast this love, which troubles you,
Out of your mind!
_Gons_. I cannot, boy; but since
Her brother, with intent to cozen me,
Made me the promise of his best assistance,
I'll take some course to be revenged of him.
[_Is going out_.
But stay--I charge thee, boy, discover not
To any, who I am.
_Hip_. Alas, I cannot, sir; I know you not.
_Gons_. Why, there's it; I am mad again; Oh love!
_Hip_. Oh love! [_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.
_Enter two Servants of Don_ RODORICK'S, _placing
chairs, and talking as they place them_.
_1 Serv_. Make ready quickly there; Don Manuel
And his fair sister, that must be our lady,
Are coming in.
_2 Serv_. They have been long expected;
'Tis evening now, and the canonic hours
For marriage are past.
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