Cæsar. Ay, she's only bending them to earth, considering how to afflict me with some new obstinacy—she'll break out like a tigress in a moment.
Julio. It cannot be—are you, charming woman! such a creature?
Oliv. Yes, to all mankind—but one.
[Looking down.
Julio. But one! Oh, might that excepted one, be me!
Oliv. Would you not fear to trust your fate with her, you have cause to think so hateful?
Julio. No, I'd bless the hour that bound my fate to hers. Permit me, sir, to pay my vows to this fair vixen.
Cæsar. What, are you such a bold man as that? Pho! but if you are, 'twill be only lost time—she'll contrive, some way or other, to return your vows upon your hands.
Oliv. If they have your authority, sir, I will return them—only with my own.
Cæsar. What's that! what did she say? my head is giddy with surprise.