_Jul_. Answer yourself, by thinking what is fit For me to do. _Rod_. By marriage, to confirm Our mutual love. _Jul_. Ungrateful Rodorick! Canst thou name marriage, while thou entertain'st A hatred so unjust against my brother? _Rod_. But, unkind Julia, you know the causes Of love and hate are hid deep in our stars, And none but heaven can give account of both. _Jul_. Too well I know it: for my love to thee Is born by inclination, not by judgment; And makes my virtue shrink within my heart, As loth to leave it, and as loth to mingle. _Rod_. What would you have me do? _Jul_. Since I must tell thee, Lead me to some near monastery; there (Till heaven find out some way to make us happy) I shall be kept in safety from my brother. _Rod_. But more from me; what hopes can Rodorick have, That she, who leaves him freely, and unforced, Should ever of her own accord return? _Jul_. Thou hast too great assurance of my faith, That, in despite of my own self, I love thee. Be friends with Manuel, I am thine; 'till when My honour's. Lead me. [_Exeunt_. SCENE III.--_The representation of a Street discovered by twilight_. _Enter Don_ MANUEL, _solus_. _Man_. This is the time and place, where I expect My fugitive mistress; if I meet with her, I may forget the wrongs, her brother did me; If otherwise, his blood shall expiate them. I hope her woman keeps her ignorant How all things passed, according to her promise. _A door opens,--Enter_ ANGELINA _in boy's clothes_. LEONORA _behind at the door_. _Leon_. I had forgot to tell him of this habit She has put on; but sure he'll know her in it. [_Aside_. _Man_. Who goes there? _Ang_. 'Tis Don Manuel's voice; I must run back: The door shut on me?--Leonora! where?--Does she not follow me? I am betrayed. _Man_. What are you? _Ang_. A poor boy. _Man_. Do you belong to Rodorick? _Ang_. Yes, I do. _Man_. Here's money for you; tell me where's his sister? _Ang_. Just now I met her coming down the stairs, Which lead into the garden. _Man_. 'Tis well; leave me In silence. _Ang_. With all my heart; was ever such a 'scape? [_Exit running_. _Man_. She cannot now be long; sure by the moons shine I shall discover her: _Enter_ RODORICK _and_ JULIA. This must be she; I'll seize her. _Jul_. Help me, Roderick. _Rod_. Unhand the lady, villain. _Man_. Roderick! I'm glad we meet alone; now is the time To end our difference. _Rod_. I cannot stay. _Man_. You must. _Rod_. I will not. _Man_. 'Tis base to injure any man; but yet Tis far more base, once done, not to defend it. _Rod_. Is this an hour, for valiant men to fight? They love the sun should witness what they do; Cowards have courage, when they see not death; And fearful hares, that sculk in forms all day, Yet fight their feeble quarrels by the moonlight. _Man_. No; light and darkness are but poor distinctions Of such, whose courage comes by fits and starts.