What an happy tempest
Was this, which would not let me rest at Seville,
But blew me farther on, to see you here!
_Amid_. Brother, I come to claim a sister's share:
But you're too near me, to be nearer now.
_Gons_. In my room, let me beg you to receive
Don Manuel.
_Amid_. I take it half unkindly,
You give me from yourself so soon: Don Manuel,
I know, is worthy, and, but yesterday,
Preserved my life; but, it will take some time
To change my heart.
_Man_. I'll watch it patiently, as chemists do
Their golden birth; and, when 'tis changed, receive it
With greater care than they their rich elixir,
Just passing from one vial to another.
_Rod_. Julia is still my brother's, though I lose her.
_Gons_. You shall not lose her; Julia was born
For none but you;
And I for none but my Honoria:
Julia is yours by inclination;
And I, by conquest, am Honoria's.
_Hon_. 'Tis the most glorious one that e'er was made:
And I no longer will dispute my happiness.
_Rod_. Julia, you know my peevish jealousies;
I cannot promise you a better husband
Than you have had a servant.
_Jul_. I receive you
With all your faults.
_Rod_. And think, when I am froward,
My sullen humour punishes itself:
I'm like a day in March, sometimes o'ercast
With storms, but then the after clearness is
The greater.
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