Rutilio. In open fight Otavio Castelvin he slew,
Since then he goes so sad of face, I hardly dare
Be jealous of his love, or care.
Fernando. Let the musicians sing.
Rutilio. Hold! Some persons here approach
By yonder street.
Fernando. Strangers in Ferrara, too, methinks.
Enter Roselo and Marin, without observing Fernando, Rutilio, and the Musicians.
Marin. What news of love, my master dear?
Roselo. I but an unletter'd student am,
My earliest lesson has been conn'd in blood.
My soul is not of adamant. The sting
Hath enter'd deeply; the wound is fresh,
And bleeds.
Marin. So, if the fair Julia a second time shall wed,
This moonish madness should no longer fill your head.
Roselo. If high Heaven's angels smile on love,
Then dare I ask fair justice from above.
Marin. No doubt the angels straightway now will grant
Each tittle of the justice that you want.
Rutilio (aside to Fernando). That is Roselo Montes!
Fernando. Were we of Castelvin's kin, we might
Now find occasion free and opportune to-night.
Rutilio. Approach Fernando,
And close question seek.
Marin (aside to Roselo). Some fellows now approach, and see,
They watch us closely, too.
Roselo. Sirs! We are strangers, wand'ring through
