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.