 | Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover |  |
SCENE VII.
Mentevole,alone.
And what more likely? He is Claudio's brother;
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Of brave adventure in the Candian war;
Younger, and not less comely. She may call it
(As women make shrewd logick for their likings)
Truth to the memory of her former vows,
To embrace the living brother for the dead;
And so find faith in her inconstancy.
I know not why, my genius shrinks at him:
The very fear craves vengeance, like a wrong.
Beware, gay stripling! no degenerate awe
Of what may be, can check my firy course:
She must be mine, and shall be. For the means,
Or good or ill, necessity must shape them.
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