_Gons_. Those dying people, could they speak' at all, That pity of their friends would murder call: For men with horror dissolution meet; The minutes even of painful life are sweet. _Jul_. But I'm by powerful inclination led; And streams turn seldom to their fountain head. _Gons_. No; 'tis a tide which carries you away; And tides may turn, though they can never stay. _Jul_. Can you pretend to love, and see my grief Caused by yourself, yet give me no relief? _Gons_. Where's my reward? _Jul_. The honour of the flame. _Gons_. I lose the substance, then, to gain the name. _Jul_. I do too much mistress' power betray; Must slaves be won by courtship to obey? Thy disobedience does to treason rise, Which thou, like rebels, would'st with love disguise. I'll kill myself, and, if thou can'st deny To see me happy, thou shalt see me die. _Gons_. O stay! I can with less regret bequeath My love to Roderick, than you to death: And yet-- _Jul_. What new objection can you find? _Gons_. But are you sure you never shall be kind? _Jul_. Never. _Gons_. What! never? _Jul_. Never to remove. _Gons_. Oh fatal never to souls damned in love! _Jul_. Lead me to Roderick. _Gons_. If it must be so-- _Jul_. Here, take my hand, swear on it thou wilt go. _Gons_. Oh balmy sweetness! but 'tis lost to me, [_He kisses her hand_. Like food upon a wretch condemned to die: Another, and I vow to go:--Once more; If I swear often, I shall be foreswore. Others against their wills may haste their fate; I only toil to be unfortunate: More my own foe than all my stars could prove; They give her person, but I give her love. I must not trust myself--Hippolito! _Enter_ HIPPOLITO. _Hip_. My lord! _Gons_. Quickly go find Don Roderick out: Tell him, the lady Julia will be walking On the broad rock, that lies beside the port, And there expects to see him instantly. In the mean time I'll call for Amideo. _Jul_. You'll keep your promise to Don Roderick? _Gons_. Madam, since you bring death, I welcome it; But to his fortune, not his love, submit. [_Exit_ GONSALVO. _Hip_. I dare not ask what I too fain would hear: But, like a tender mother, hope and fear, My equal twins, my equal care I make, And keep hope quiet, lest that fear should wake. [_Aside. Exit_ HIPPOLITO. _Jul_. So, now I'm firmly at my own dispose; And all the lets, my virtue caused, removed: Now, Roderick, I come-- _Enter_ GONSALVO _again_. _Gons_. Madam, my boy's not yet returned. _Jul_. No matter, we'll not stay for him. _Gon_. Pray make not too much haste. [_Exeunt JUL. and GONS_. SCENE II. _Enter DON RODORICK, and a Servant_. _Rod_. Have you bespoke a vessel, as I bid you? _Serv_. I have done better; for I have employed Some, whom I know, this day to seize a ship; Which they have done, clapping the men within her All under hatches, with such speed and silence, That, though she rides at anchor in the port Among the rest, the change is not discovered.