Gons. Madam, since you bring death, I welcome it; But to his fortune, not his love, submit. [Exit GONSALVO.
Hip. I dare not ask what I too fain would hear: But, like a tender mother, hope and fear, My equal twins, my equal care I make, And keep hope quiet, lest that fear should wake. [Aside. Exit HIPPOLITO.
Jul. So, now I'm firmly at my own dispose; And all the lets, my virtue caused, removed: Now, Roderick, I come—
Enter GONSALVO again.
Gons. Madam, my boy's not yet returned.
Jul. No matter, we'll not stay for him.
Gon. Pray make not too much haste.
[Exeunt JUL. and GONS.
SCENE II.
Enter DON RODORICK, and a Servant.