Tin. I know him now—
Your lordship’s rival! Once Sir Thomas Clifford.
Clif. Yes, and the bridegroom of that lady then,
Then loved her—loves her still!
Julia. Was loved by her—
Though then she knew it not!—is loved by her,
As now she knows, and all the world may know!
Tin. We can’t be laughed at. We are here to wed,
And shall fulfil our contract.
Julia. Clifford!
Clif. Julia!
You will not give your hand?
[A pause. Julia seems utterly lost.]
Wal. You have forgot
Again. You have a father!
Julia. Bring him now,—
To see thy Julia justify thy training,
And lay her life down to redeem her word!
Wal. And so redeems her all! Is it your will,
My lord, these nuptials should go on?