Francisco de Rojas Zorrilla

Summary

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.
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Francisco de Rojas Zorrilla Los Bandos de Verona — Act 3 (1874)

Who speaks of death, while yet my Julia lives?
Ere she be dead, yon hateful castle walls
Shall topple to the earth, and every stone
Lie heaped upon the earth. Come, Carlos, on!
My hate like fire within my bosom burns—
Unquenched, unquenchable, an eternal flame.
Revenge on Capelete and all who bear that name!
Romeo and Carlos rush out with drawn swords, leaving the "Gracioso," who looks stealthily around.
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Francisco de Rojas Zorrilla Los Bandos de Verona — Act 3 (1874)

Julia.
To try is to succeed when love is true.
Old Capelete.
Though from my vengeance thou hast sav'd her, Count,
She dies another and more lingering death.
Within yon castle's gloomy dungeon walls
She expiates her crime in solitude
And prayer!—Ha! yonder comes Andrés.
Julia.
Oh, cruel, cruel, and most traitorous fate!
Andrés enters at this moment, and informs Old Capelete and the Count that Romeo and the Montesco faction are scouring the forest in search of Julia: he counsels that they should summon all their adherents and attack the Montesco faction.
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