Antonio. Were two months then so short,
Thou couldst not seek thy father's heart?
Julia. Oh, father mine! how could I dare?
Bewildered joy imagined dangers dark,
I saw myself a living wedded wife,
And thou wast bent upon another choice.
I sought still death, and now again
I speak, unseen unto thine earthly eye;
But father, thou wilt wedded be anon,
Accept a daughter's prayers, I'd have
Thee wed, forgetting me and all my faults;
But should my memory fragrance hold,
Forgive my husband, and in peace remain
For my poor sake; oh! seek not to destroy
The heart I love, or at each coming night
I'll hover o'er thy couch with torment, till the light
Compels me to be gone.
Antonio. His name?
Julia. Alas! 'tis he who did Otavio slay,
The son of one whose deadly hate thou know'st,
Roselo Montes he is call'd. Farewell!
Antonio.She's gone, Julia, Julia, daughter, child,
Darling of my heart! Roselo Montes,
Roselo, the name offends me so,
And yet I love the child so much, e'en he
Shall as thy husband honour'd be,
I'll hold him as my son for evermore.
Enter Teobaldo, Dorotea, Count Paris, Belardo, soldiers with halberds, Anselmo, Roselo and Marin, as prisoners.
Teobaldo. Onward, accursed ones!
