Francisco de Rojas Zorrilla, Los Bandos de Verona — Act 3 (1874)
“ Count Paris. Hold! hold! Capelete! Slay her not—forbear! Although unworthy thy fond love to share. I love, alas! and would not shed her blood! That steel will not efface the love which fills So full her maiden heart. Loving as I must love, I know how deep The wound, and how oblivion, though she's woo'd, Still comes not at our call. I would not seek to wed another's love; Love is not love, save it doth share alike. The noble hope, the ever trusting faith, Thrive not where love and hate together wed. Julia. If thou dost hate me, Count, in truth My love and Romeo both are safe. ”
