_Jul_. O, strange effect of a most generous passion!
_Rod_. His enemies themselves must needs admire it.
_Man_. Nay, if Gonsalvo makes a fashion of it,
'Twill be valour to die tamely. [_Gives his_.
_Hip_. I am for dying too with my dear master.
_Amid_. My life will go as easily as a fly's;
The least fillip does it in this fright.
_1 Pirate_. One call our captain up: Tell him, he
deserves little of the booty.
_Jul_. It has so much prevailed upon my soul,
I ever must acknowledge it. [_To GONS_.
_Rod_. Julia has reason, if she love him; yet,
I find I cannot bear it. [_Aside_.
_Gons_. Say but, you love me; I am more than
paid.
_Jul_. You ask that only thing, I cannot give;--
Were I not Roderick's first, I should be yours;
My violent love for him, I know, is faulty;
Yet passion never can be placed so ill,
But that to change it is the greater crime.
Inconstancy is such a guilt, as makes
That very love suspected, which it brings;
It brings a gift, but 'tis of ill-got wealth,
The spoils of some forsaken lover's heart.
Love, altered once, like blood let out before,
Will lose its virtue, and can cure no more.
_Gons_. In those few minutes which I have to live,
To be called yours, is all I can enjoy.
Roderick receives no prejudice by that;
I would but make some small acquaintance here,
For fear I never should enquire you out
In that new world, which we are going to.
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