o me:
Why should I be obliged by one I hate?

_Gons_. I could say something in my own defence;
But it were half a crime to plead my cause,
When you would have me guilty.

_Amid_. How I fear
The sweetness of those words will move her pity!
I'm sure they would do mine.

_Gons_. You took me for a robber, but so far
I am from that--

_Jul_. O, pr'ythee, be one still,
That I may know some cause for my aversion.

_Gons_. I freed you from them, and more gladly did it--

_Jul_. Be what thou wilt, 'tis now too late to tell me:
The blackness of that image, I first fancied,
Has so infected me, I still must hate thee.

_Hip_. Though (if she loves him) all my hopes are ruined,
It makes me mad to see her thus unkind. [_Aside_.
Madam, what see you in this gentleman,
Deserves your scorn or hatred? love him, or
Expect just Heaven should strangely punish you.

_Gons_. No more: Whate'er she does is best; and if
You would be mine, you must, like me, submit
Without dispute.

_Hip_. How can I love you, sir, and suffer this?
She has forgot that, which, last night, you did
In her defence.

_Jul_. O call that night again;
Pitch her with all her darkness round: then set me
In some far desert, hemmed with mountain wolves
To howl about me: This I would endure,
And more, to cancel my obligements to him.

_Gons_. You owe me nothing, madam; if you do,
I make it void; and only ask your leave
To love you still; for, to be loved again
I never hope;

_Jul_. If that will clear my debt, enjoy thy wish;
Love me, and long, and desperately love me.
I hope thou wilt, that I may plague thee more:
Mean time, take from me that detested object;
Convey thy much loathed person from my sight.

_Gons_. Madam, you are obeyed.
Hippolito and Amideo, wait
Upon fair Julia; look upon her for me
With dying eyes, but do not speak one word
In my behalf; for, to disquiet her,
Even happiness itself were bought too dear.

[_Goes farther off, towards the end of the stage_.

My passion swells too high;
And, like a vessel struggling in a storm,
Requires more hands than one to steer her upright;
I'll find her brother out.
[_Exit_.

_Jul_. That boy, I see, he trusts above the other:
He has a strange resemblance with a face
That I have seen, but when, or where, I know not.
I'll watch till they are parted; then, perhaps,
I may corrupt that little one to free me.

[_Aside. Exit_.

_Amid_. Sweet Hippolito, let me speak with you.

_Hip_. What would