Tamar. Our lady Julia being dead was buried too;
She was the daughter of my lord;
His brother's hopes now hang
Upon a marriage of their kin;
So, while the Holy Father they do importune
For leave and licence of this troth,
The would-be husband does not care
The lady should in old Verona stay,
Lest she might find a younger love, and haste away.
Roselo (apart to Julia). Hearest thou, sweet wife?
Julia (apart to Roselo). Ah, sad unhappy me!
Anselmo (apart to Julia). Thy father then will wed again,
Thy patrimony lost, and I
Then left alone to pine without my Dorotea,
Whom I have loved since that sweet night
When mask'd we danced till morning's light.
Julia (apart to Anselmo). Great Heaven ordaineth all things
As it will;—
So, beauteous damsel, I in good time come
To aid thee in thy household need;
These good men too their hands can try
Without upon the farm.
Tamar. Then get thee into yonder chamber, child,
While these three fellows may
Be busied out of doors.
Julia. Farewell, companions dear.
Roselo. Adieu, Marcella, till we meet again.
Anselmo. Adieu, adieu!
Marin. A wondrous story! 'tis most wondrous still;
Shall all this loving end in joy or ill? [Exeunt Julia, Roselo, Anselmo, and Marin.
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