Man. Her love's so like my own, that I should blame
The brother's passion in the sister's flame.
Rodorick, we shall meet.—He little thinks
I am as sure this night of Angelina,
As he of Julia. [Aside. Exit MANUEL.
Rod. Madam, to what an ecstasy of joy Your goodness raises me! this was an act Of kindness, which no service e'er can pay.
Jul. Yes, Rodorick, 'tis in your power to quit The debt you owe me.
Rod. Do but name the way.
Jul. Then briefly thus; 'tis to be just to me, As I have been to you.
Rod. You cannot doubt it.
Jul. You know I have adventured, for your sake,
A brother's anger, and the world's opinion:
I value neither; for a settled virtue
Makes itself judge, and, satisfied within,
Smiles at that common enemy, the world.
I am no more afraid of flying censures,
Than heaven of being fired with mounting sparkles.
Rod. But wherein must my gratitude consist?
Jul. Answer yourself, by thinking what is fit For me to do.
Rod. By marriage, to confirm Our mutual love.