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Portrait of Lope de Vega Lope de Vega Castelvines y Monteses — Act III, Scene II (1869)

When Julia swoons as one with mortal sickness struck,
And falls as dead.
Roselo. What! my own sweet Julia dead?
Anselmo. Hush! I did due caution hold, and said
That thou shouldst listen. She fell as dead.
Roselo. How can I listen if my love lies dead?
Anselmo. Thy Julia lives.
Roselo. Doth she but live, Anselmo, then
I live, and love, and hope.
Anselmo. Throughout the night her kin and friends
Did mourn and weep her sudden death;
The city, on the morrow, blank with grief did see,
Both young and old move sadly through the streets.
Roselo. Go on. I long for daybreak and the light.
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Portrait of Lope de Vega Lope de Vega Castelvines y Monteses — Act III, Scene II (1869)

Thy Julia sleeps; go, and when she wakes again
Together fly, and dwell in France or Spain.
Roselo. I tremble at thy words, Anselmo. Should
She awake amid the silent trappings of the dead,
While we can scarcely, winging way through air
Be at the church ere she awakes,
Will she not die of fear?
Anselmo. Fear not; Aurelio will be well prepared.
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Portrait of Lope de Vega Lope de Vega Castelvines y Monteses — Act III, Scene II (1869)

Hist! hist! gentlemen, I pray.
Marin. Senor, 'tis you the lady from the balcon calls;
I am a man, no gentleman within Ferrara's walls.
Roselo. What would you, lady?
Sylvia. Who are the fellows to this noisy brawl?
Roselo. If thou wilt listen, I will tell thee all.
Sylvia. I thank thee, stranger.
Roselo. Know, then, fair lady, we are twain
Who with our rapiers did prevent
A most unseemly brawl 'tween six
Who, coming here to sing beneath
Thy lattice high, we've chased them hence,
And now return to hold us at command.
Sylvia. Who, then, art thou?
Roselo. Roselo Montes, at your feet.
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