_Gons_. All things shall be so clear, there shall be left No room for any scruple. I was born In Seville, of the best house in that city; My name Gonsalvo de Peralta: Being A younger brother, 'twas my uncle's care To take me with him in a voyage to The Indies, where since dying, he has left me A fortune not contemptible; returning From thence with all my wealth in the plate fleet, A furious storm almost within the port Of Seville took us, scattered all the navy. My ship, by the unruly tempest borne Quite through the Streights, as far as Barcelona, There first cast anchor; there I stept ashore: Three days I staid, in which small time I made A little love, which vanished as it came. _Man_. But were you not engaged to her you courted? _Gons_. Upon my honour, no; what might have been I cannot tell: But ere I could repair My beaten ship, or take fresh water in, One night, when there by chance I lay aboard, A wind tore up my anchor from the bottom, And with that violence it brought me thither, Has thrown me in this port. _Mon_. But yet our meeting in the wood was strange. _Gons_. For that I'll satisfy you as we walk. _Enter_ HIPPOLITO. _Hip_. O sir, how glad am I to find you!-- [_Whispers_. _Man_. That boy I have seen somewhere, or one like him, But where, I cannot call to mind. _Hip_. I found it out, and got before them-- And here they are-- _Enter AMIDEO and JULIA_. _Man_. My sister! as I could have wished it. _Amid_. O! we are caught! _Jul_. I did expect as much: Fortune has not forgot that I am Julia. _Man_. Sister, I'm glad you're happily returned; 'Twas kindly done of you thus to prevent The trouble of my search. _Jul_. I would not have you Mistake my love to Roderick so much, To think I meant to fall into your hands. My purpose is for the next nunnery; There I'll pray for you: So farewell. _Man_. Stay, Julia, you must go with me. _Jul_. Lead, lead; You think I am your prisoner now. _Gons_. If you will needs to a religious house, Leave that fair face behind; a worse will serve To spoil with watching, and with fasting there. _Man_. Pr'ythee, no more of this; the only way To make her happy is to force it on her. Julia, prepare yourself strait to be married. _Jul_. To whom? _Man_. You see your bridegroom: And you know My father's will, who, with his dying breath Commanded, you should pay as strict obedience To me, as formerly to him: If not, Your dowry is at my dispose. _Jul_. O, would The loss of that dispense with duty in me, How gladly would I suffer it! and yet, If I durst question it, methinks 'tis hard! What right have parents over children, more Than birds have o'er their young? yet they impose No rich-plumed mistress on their feathered sons; But leave their love, more open yet and free Than all the fields of air, their spacious birthright. [_GONSALVO seems to beg MANUEL not to be harsh_. _Man_. Nay, good Gonsalvo, trouble not yourself, There is no other way; when 'tis once done, She'll thank me for't.