Gons.  Thou false and lying boy, to say thou knew’st her; Pr’ythee, say something, though thou cozen’st me.

Hip.  Since you will know, her name is Julia, sir, And that young gentleman you saw, her brother, Don Manuel de Torres.

Gons.  Say I should take thee, boy, and should employ thee To that fair lady, would’st thou serve me faithfully?

Hip.  You ask me an hard question:  I can die For you; perhaps I cannot woo so well.

Gons.  I knew thou would’st not do’t.

Hip.  I swear I would: 
But, sir, I grieve to be the messenger
Of more unhappy news; she must be married
This day to one Don Roderick de Sylva,
Betwixt whom and her brother there has been. 
A long (and it was thought a mortal) quarrel,
But now it must for ever end in peace: 
For, happening both to love each others sisters,
They have concluded it in a cross marriage;
Which, in the palace of Don Rodorick,
They went to celebrate from their countryhouse,
When, taken by the thieves, you rescued them.

Gons.  Methinks I am grown patient on a sudden,
And all my rage is gone:  like losing gamesters,
Who fret and storm, and swear at little losses;
But, when they see all hope of fortune vanished,
Submit, and gain a temper by their ruin.

Hip.  Would you could cast this love, which troubles you, Out of your mind!

Gons.  I cannot, boy; but since
Her brother, with intent to cozen me,
Made me the promise of his best assistance,
I’ll take some course to be revenged of him.

[Is going out.

But stay—­I charge thee, boy, discover not
To any, who I am.

Hip.  Alas, I cannot, sir; I know you not.

Gons.  Why, there’s it; I am mad again; Oh love!

Hip.  Oh love! [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter two Servants of Don RODORICK’S, placing chairs, and talking as they place them.

1 Serv.  Make ready quickly there; Don Manuel And his fair sister, that must be our lady, Are coming in.

2 Serv.  They have been long expected;
’Tis evening now, and the canonic hours
For marriage are past.

1 Serv.  The nearer bedtime,
The better still; my lord will not defer it: 
He swears, the clergy are no fit judges
Of our necessities.

2 Serv.  Where is my lord?

1 Serv.  Gone out to meet his bride.

2 Serv.  I wonder that my lady Angelina Went not with him; she’s to be married too.

1 Serv.  I do not think she fancies much the man: 
Only, to make the reconcilement perfect
Betwixt the families, she’s passive in it;
The choice being but her brother’s, not her own.

2 Serv.  Troth, were’t my case, I cared not who chose for me.