Fearing that force should press her choice,
And bind a hated marriage with the Count,
She sought from poison's subtle art
A quick and sudden death, and will
Torment my nightly slumbers still
With maddening dreams of hate and woe,
If I shall live Roselo Montes' deadly foe.
Teobaldo.Fancy, fear, or moonlight doth produce
Such sad disorder'd fancies of the brain.
Antonio. Brother, if still thou doubtest, even now
Mayhap she'll come and speak—I'll call.
Teobaldo. No, no, Antonio, let her stay,
I'll believe without a doubt each word you say.
Antonio. Roselo Montes was my son, is yours;
Then give him that rich prize, thy daughter here,
I care not now to woo fresh woes.
Teobaldo. My daughter, Dorotea?
Antonio. The same, and so this day shall peace
Be here confirm'd between our rival kins.
Count. So run events, that heaven's will
Declares how peace we may fulfil.
Teobaldo, now accept this noble youth
As Dorotea's husband, he's a man of truth.
Teobaldo. If peace by heaven thus shall be ordain'd,
Roselo take her as thy wife.
Enter Julia.
Julia. No, not so; wouldst thou, traitor,
Wed two wives?
Dorotea. Julia!
Teobaldo.'Tis she!
Julia. Let none depart.
