Car. Let it be who it will, I’ll tell my name, it cannot injure either;—I’m Carlos, who are you?
Jac. A thing that looks for him you name—Jacinta;—are you alone?
Car. Never since Julia did possess my heart; what news, my dearest Messenger of Love? what may I hope?—
Enter Julia.
Jul. All that the kindest Mistress can bestow, If Carlos loves, and still will keep his Vows.
Car. Julia, my Life, my Soul, what happy Stars Conspir’d to give me this dear lucky minute?
Jul. Those that conducted old Francisco out,
And will too soon return him back again;
I dare not stay to hear thy love or chiding,
Both which have power to charm, since both proceed
From a kind heart, that’s mine.
Car. Oh, take not this dear Body from my Arms, For if you do, my Soul will follow it.
Jul. What would’st thou have me do?
Car. Be wondrous kind, be lavish of thy Heart, Be generous in thy Love, and give me all.