_Amid_. I go, sir. [_Exit AMID. JULIA kneels_.
_Gons_. Madam, when you implore the powers divine,
You have no prayers in which I will not join,
Though made against myself. [_Kneels with her_.
_Jul_. In vain I sue,
Unless my vows may be conveyed by you.
_Gons_. Conveyed by me! My ill success in love
Shews me, too sure, I have few friends above.
How can you fear your just desires to want?
When the gods pray, they both request and grant.
_Jul_. Heaven has resigned my fortune to your hand,
If you, like heaven, the afflicted understand.
_Gons_. The language of the afflicted is not new;
Too well I learned it, when I first saw you.
_Jul_. In spite of me, you now command my fate;
And yet the vanquished seeks the victor's hate;
Even in this low submission, I declare,
That, had I power, I would renew the war.
I'm forced to stoop, and 'twere too great a blow
To bend my pride, and to deny me too.
_Gons_. You have my heart; dispose it to your will;
If not, you know the way to use it ill.
_Jul_. Cruel to me, though kind to your desert,
My brother gives my person, not my heart;
And I have left no other means to sue,
But to you only, to be freed from you.
_Gons_. From such a suit how can you hope success,
Which, given, destroys the giver's happiness?
_Jul_.
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