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Distinctive voices utter unto those,
Who in their storm-rock'd cradles lie and think
Ol their far-distant homes.—I do believe
That all good fortune shall betide thy love,
Being thy love; for that doth far outdo
All other fortune; and besides, no doubt,
A fair and courtly youth.

ELLA.

Go to! go to! thou mockest me again!

I love a brave man——

RODRIGO.

And not passing fair,

Nor very courtly?

OTHUS.

No, nor wearing now

His youth's best bloom; but somewhat weather-beaten.
And sunn'd on sultry shores?

ELLA.

Fie on you both, you hold me in derision!

I'm young, and all unlearn'd, and well I know
Not passing sage; but do I merit this?
(Turns to go away from them in tears.)

RODRIGO.

By heavens thou shalt not go! (Catching hold of her hand to prevent her.)