SCENE III.
An apartment in the Governor's House.
Enter Julia and Ribaumont.
Ribau. Yet, hear me, Julia——
Julia. Pr'ythee, good my lord,
Press me not thus: my father's strict command—
I must not say 'tis harsh—forbids me listen.
Ribau. Is then the path of duty so precise,
That 'twill not for a little deviate?
Sweet, let it wind, and bend to recollection.