Julia, Stella. Sir Thomas Clifford, Festus.
Jul. (Alone.) A wedded bride?
Is it a dream?
Oh, would it were a dream!
How would I bless the sun that waked me from it!
I am wrecked
By mine own act! What! no escape? no hope?
None! I must e’en abide these hated nuptials!
Hated!—ay, own it, and then curse thyself
That mad’st the bane thou loathest for the love