Rodorick, we shall meet.--He little thinks
I am as sure this night of Angelina,
As he of Julia. [_Aside. Exit_ MANUEL.
_Rod_. Madam, to what an ecstasy of joy
Your goodness raises me! this was an act
Of kindness, which no service e'er can pay.
_Jul_. Yes, Rodorick, 'tis in your power to quit
The debt you owe me.
_Rod_. Do but name the way.
_Jul_. Then briefly thus; 'tis to be just to me,
As I have been to you.
_Rod_. You cannot doubt it.
_Jul_. You know I have adventured, for your sake,
A brother's anger, and the world's opinion:
I value neither; for a settled virtue
Makes itself judge, and, satisfied within,
Smiles at that common enemy, the world.
I am no more afraid of flying censures,
Than heaven of being fired with mounting sparkles.
_Rod_. But wherein must my gratitude consist?
_Jul_. Answer yourself, by thinking what is fit
For me to do.
_Rod_. By marriage, to confirm
Our mutual love.
_Jul_. Ungrateful Rodorick!
Canst thou name marriage, while thou entertain'st
A hatred so unjust against my brother?
_Rod_. But, unkind Julia, you know the causes
Of love and hate are hid deep in our stars,
And none but heaven can give account of both.
_Jul_. Too well I know it: for my love to thee
Is born by inclination, not by judgment;
And makes my virtue shrink within my heart,
As loth to leave it, and as loth to mingle.
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