Lead me to Roderick.
_Gons_. If it must be so--
_Jul_. Here, take my hand, swear on it thou wilt go.
_Gons_. Oh balmy sweetness! but 'tis lost to me,
[_He kisses her hand_.
Like food upon a wretch condemned to die:
Another, and I vow to go:--Once more;
If I swear often, I shall be foreswore.
Others against their wills may haste their fate;
I only toil to be unfortunate:
More my own foe than all my stars could prove;
They give her person, but I give her love.
I must not trust myself--Hippolito!
_Enter_ HIPPOLITO.
_Hip_. My lord!
_Gons_. Quickly go find Don Roderick out:
Tell him, the lady Julia will be walking
On the broad rock, that lies beside the port,
And there expects to see him instantly.
In the mean time I'll call for Amideo.
_Jul_. You'll keep your promise to Don Roderick?
_Gons_. Madam, since you bring death, I welcome it;
But to his fortune, not his love, submit.
[_Exit_ GONSALVO.
_Hip_. I dare not ask what I too fain would hear:
But, like a tender mother, hope and fear,
My equal twins, my equal care I make,
And keep hope quiet, lest that fear should wake.
[_Aside. Exit_ HIPPOLITO.
_Jul_. So, now I'm firmly at my own dispose;
And all the lets, my virtue caused, removed:
Now, Roderick, I come--
_Enter_ GONSALVO _again_.
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