Gons.  ’Twas my unhappiness to meet this lady
Last night; because it ruined my design
Of walking by the house of Roderick: 
Who knows but through some window I had spied
Fair Julia’s shadow passing by the glass;
Or if some others, I would think it hers;
Or if not any, I would see the place
Where Julia lives.  O Heaven, how small a blessing
Will serve to make despairing lovers happy!

Amid.  Unhappy Angelina, thou art lost:  Thy lord loves Julia. [Aside.

Enter HIPPOLITO and JULIA.

Jul.—­Where is thy master? 
I long to give him my acknowledgments
For my own safety, and my brother’s both. 
Ha!  Is it he? [Looks.

Gons.  Can it be Julia?  Could night so far disguise her from my knowledge!

Jul.  I would not think thee him, I see thou art: 
Pr’ythee disown thyself in pity to me: 
Why should I be obliged by one I hate?

Gons.  I could say something in my own defence; But it were half a crime to plead my cause, When you would have me guilty.

Amid.  How I fear The sweetness of those words will move her pity!  I’m sure they would do mine.

Gons.  You took me for a robber, but so far I am from that—­

Jul.  O, pr’ythee, be one still, That I may know some cause for my aversion.

Gons.  I freed you from them, and more gladly did it—­

Jul.  Be what thou wilt, ’tis now too late to tell me:  The blackness of that image, I first fancied, Has so infected me, I still must hate thee.

Hip.  Though (if she loves him) all my hopes are ruined,
It makes me mad to see her thus unkind. [Aside. 
Madam, what see you in this gentleman,
Deserves your scorn or hatred? love him, or
Expect just Heaven should strangely punish you.

Gons.  No more:  Whate’er she does is best; and if You would be mine, you must, like me, submit Without dispute.

Hip.  How can I love you, sir, and suffer this?  She has forgot that, which, last night, you did In her defence.

Jul.  O call that night again;
Pitch her with all her darkness round:  then set me
In some far desert, hemmed with mountain wolves
To howl about me:  This I would endure,
And more, to cancel my obligements to him.

Gons.  You owe me nothing, madam; if you do,
I make it void; and only ask your leave
To love you still; for, to be loved again
I never hope;

Jul.  If that will clear my debt, enjoy thy wish;
Love me, and long, and desperately love me. 
I hope thou wilt, that I may plague thee more: 
Mean time, take from me that detested object;
Convey thy much loathed person from my sight.

Gons.  Madam, you are obeyed. 
Hippolito and Amideo, wait
Upon fair Julia; look upon her for me
With dying eyes, but do not speak one word
In my behalf; for, to disquiet her,
Even happiness itself were bought too dear.