_Amid_. Any thing
To break your marriage with my master.
_Jul_. Go to Roderick, and tell him my condition:
But tell it him as from thyself, not me.
_Amid_. That you are forced to marry?
_Jul_. But do not ask him
To succour me; if of himself he will not,
I scorn a love that must be taught its duty.
_Man_. What youth is that? I mean the little one.
_Gons_. I took him up last night.
_Man_. A sweet-faced boy,
I like him strangely: Would you part with him?
_Amid_. Alas, sir, I am good for nobody,
But for my master.
_Hip_. Sir, I'll do your errand
Another time, for letting Julia go. [_To AMIDEO_.
_Man_. Come, sir.
_Gons_. I beg your pardon for a moment,
I'll but dispatch some business in my ship,
And wait you presently:
_Man_. We'll go before;
I'll make sure Roderick shall never have her;
And 'tis at least some pleasure to destroy
His happiness, who mined first my joy.
[_Exeunt all but GONSALVO; who, before he goes, whispers HIPPOLITO_.
_Gons_. Against her will fair Julia to possess,
Is not to enjoy, but ravish happiness:
Yet women pardon force, because they find
The violence of love is still most kind:
Just like the plots of well built comedies,
Which then please most, when most they do surprise:
But yet constraint love's noblest end destroys,
Whose highest joy is in another's joys:
Where passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
I yield my cause, but cannot yield my love.
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