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SCENE IV.

—A street in Venice.
Angelo and Antonio.
Ant.
—Welcome, my friend! What news of Julian?

Ang.
Bad!
True to her custom, Fortune seems to heap
Calamities upon th' unfortunate.
Julian's mishaps have so divorced his actions
From all allegiance to his better reason,
That even now he's counted for a madman.

Ant.
—Thanks to our stars! we know that, once mistaken,
The world's swift censure overtakes our steps
And hunts us through each persecuted change.
Where shelters Julian his condemned head?

Ang.
—Under the weeping skies! God turn their anger,
And o'er the houseless lull their storms to sleep!
Shall we go seek him? I have not a heart
So cased by artifice as to reflect
Good fortune's smiles and sicken at her frowns.
Those I write in the tablets of my love,
The hand of death alone shall wipe away!

Ant.
—I serve you in a cause so righteous.

Ang.
Come!

Exeunt.