Resentment somewhat old, I dare
Not suffer shock of Montes' death or hurt.
Think it not lightness thus to speak;
I am but woman, and of purpose weak.
Antonio. Revenge may be as sweet to me
As e'er it is to womankind! As Paris' wife,
Thy hope more sure, in him our great
Defence must ever hold. He, knowing
How thy wishes drift, think'st thou
No cunning chance he'll find to slay
This villain we most hate of all the Montes' kin?
My word is pledged—thou'lt be Count Paris' wife?
Julia. Oh heavens! father!
Antonio. Had I thy wishes known, I had not
Call'd the Count, nor written him to press
His wedded hopes with thee,
Nor in my letters named him son!
This have I done, and thus thou'rt pledged
To be Count Paris' wife!
Julia. Alas! alas! Poor me!
Antonio. Thou dost forget a widow'd father's claim.
Why weep, and court such red-eyed grief?
I'm not thy foe, nor he who kill'd Otavio.
Remember, Julia, I have promise made;
Castelvin's honour knows no taint nor shade.
Julia (apart). Great Heaven, how I tremble. Dare I not die?
What fear I then?—thrice welcome death, oh! why?
Antonio (aside). She's doubting still. I know not what
To tell the Count. (Aloud.) Oh, Julia!
Julia.To tell the Count. (Aloud.) Oh, Julia! Sir,
I am ready, and to-day, to wed the Count;
