_Rod_. That privilege of power, which brothers have In Spain, I never used, therefore submit My will to hers; but with much sorrow, sir, My happiness should go before, not wait On yours: Lead on. _Man_. Stay, sir; though your fair sister, in respect To this assembly, seems to be content Your marriage should proceed, we must not want So much good manners as to suffer it. _Rod_. So much good manners, brother? _Man_.--I have said it. Should we, to show our sorrow for her sickness, Provoke our easy souls to careless mirth, As if our drunken revels were designed For joy of what she suffers? _Rod_. 'Twill be over In a few days. _Man_. Your stay will be the less. _Rod_. All things are now in readiness, and must not Be put off, for a peevish humour thus. _Man_. They must; or I shall think you mean not fairly. _Rod_. Explain yourself. _Man_. That you would marry first, And afterwards refuse me Angelina. _Rod_.--Think so. _Man_. You are-- _Rod_. Speak softly. _Man_. A foul villain. _Rod_. Then-- _Man_. Speak softly. _Rod_. I'll find a time to tell you, you are one. _Man_. 'Tis well. Ladies, you wonder at our private whispers, [_To the company_. But more will wonder when you know the cause; The beauteous Angelina is fallen ill; And, since she cannot with her presence grace This day's solemnity, the noble Roderick Thinks fit it be deferred, 'till she recover; Then, we both hope to have your companies. _Lad_. Wishing her health, we take our leaves. [_Exeunt company_. _Rod_. Your sister yet will marry me. _Man_. She will not: Come hither, Julia. _Jul_. What strange afflicting news is this you tell us? _Man_. 'Twas all this false man's plot, that when he had Possest you, he might cheat me of his sister. _Jul_. Is this true, Roderick?--Alas, his silence Does but too much confess it: How I blush To own that love, I cannot yet take from thee! Yet for my sake be friends. _Man_. 'Tis now too late: I am by honour hindered. _Rod_. I by hate. _Jul_. What shall I do? _Man_. Leave him, and come away; Thy virtue bids thee. _Jul_. But love bids me stay. _Man_. Her love's so like my own, that I should blame The brother's passion in the sister's flame. Rodorick, we shall meet.--He little thinks I am as sure this night of Angelina, As he of Julia. [_Aside. Exit_ MANUEL. _Rod_. Madam, to what an ecstasy of joy Your goodness raises me! this was an act Of kindness, which no service e'er can pay. _Jul_. Yes, Rodorick, 'tis in your power to quit The debt you owe me. _Rod_. Do but name the way. _Jul_. Then briefly thus; 'tis to be just to me, As I have been to you. _Rod_. You cannot doubt it. _Jul_. You know I have adventured, for your sake, A brother's anger, and the world's opinion: I value neither; for a settled virtue Makes itself judge, and, satisfied within, Smiles at that common enemy, the world. I am no more afraid of flying censures, Than heaven of being fired with mounting sparkles. _Rod_. But wherein must my gratitude consist?