Lope de Vega

“ Julia. More than a thousand ills.
Roselo. They are but fancied ills; once wed,
All rivalry would cease, all hatred should be dead.
Love beckons by this safe and secret road
To hold our houses free from hate,
And through our love shall smile everlasting peace.
Julia. Well did I say thou shouldst not speak;
But go, lest Otavio come, and find thee here ”

“ Waiting Roselo Montes here!
Julia. Do I not love, and shall I not deceive?
Otavio should have tied my tongue, nor left
Me here to speak with this Roselo Montes.
Celia. Hush! I hear a footfall near. ”

“ While Otavio converse holds within,
Do thou Roselo tell all here,
And truly undeceive him.
Julia. 'Twere deceit so dark to undeceive.
Should I deceive to undeceive?
Celia. Yes, lady.
Julia. A most cruel sentence this;
I will to Love appeal.
Celia. How well a woman knows to use
A rival, for the favours she would show
To him she loves the best. ”