_Jul_. I ne'er expected other usage from you; A kind brother you have been to me, And to my sister: You have sent, they say, To Barcelona, that my aunt should force her To marry the old Don you brought her. _Hip_. Who could, that once had seen Gonsalvo's. face? Alas, she little thinks I am so near! [_Aside_. _Man_. Mind not what she says. A word with you--[_To GONSALVO._ _Amid_. Don Manuel eyes me strangely; the best is, he never saw me yet but at a distance: My brother's jealousy (who ne'er intended I should be his) restrained our nearer converse. [_Aside_. _Jul_. My pretty youth, I am enforced to trust thee [_To AMIDEO_. With my most near concerns; friends I have none, If thou deny'st to help me. _Amid_. Any thing To break your marriage with my master. _Jul_. Go to Roderick, and tell him my condition: But tell it him as from thyself, not me. _Amid_. That you are forced to marry? _Jul_. But do not ask him To succour me; if of himself he will not, I scorn a love that must be taught its duty. _Man_. What youth is that? I mean the little one. _Gons_. I took him up last night. _Man_. A sweet-faced boy, I like him strangely: Would you part with him? _Amid_. Alas, sir, I am good for nobody, But for my master. _Hip_. Sir, I'll do your errand Another time, for letting Julia go. [_To AMIDEO_. _Man_. Come, sir. _Gons_. I beg your pardon for a moment, I'll but dispatch some business in my ship, And wait you presently: _Man_. We'll go before; I'll make sure Roderick shall never have her; And 'tis at least some pleasure to destroy His happiness, who mined first my joy. [_Exeunt all but GONSALVO; who, before he goes, whispers HIPPOLITO_. _Gons_. Against her will fair Julia to possess, Is not to enjoy, but ravish happiness: Yet women pardon force, because they find The violence of love is still most kind: Just like the plots of well built comedies, Which then please most, when most they do surprise: But yet constraint love's noblest end destroys, Whose highest joy is in another's joys: Where passion rules, how weak does reason prove! I yield my cause, but cannot yield my love. [_Exit_. ACT III. SCENE I.--_A great room in DON MANUEL'S house_. _HIPPOLITO solus_. My master bid me speak for him to Julia: Hard fate, that I am made a confident Against myself! Yet, though unwillingly I took the office, I would perform it well: But how can I Prove lucky to his love, who to my own Am so unfortunate? he trusts his passion Like him, that ventures all his stock at once On an unlucky hand. _Enter AMIDEO_. _Amid_. Where is the lady Julia? _Hip_. What new treason Against my master's love have you contrived With her? _Amid_. I shall not render you account. _Enter JULIA_.