Gons. So far am I from happiness, heaven knows
My griefs are doubled!
I stand engaged in hopeless love to Julia;
In gratitude to these:—
Here I have given my heart, and here I owe it.
Hip. Dear master, trouble not yourself for me;
I ever made your happiness my own;
Let Julia witness with what faith I served you.
When you employed me in your love to her,
I gave your noble heart away, as if
It had been some light gallant's, little worth:
Not that I loved you less than Angelina,
But myself less than you.
Gons. Wonder of honour!
Of which my own was but a fainter shadow.
When I gave Julia, whom I could not keep,
You fed a fire within, with too rich fuel,
In giving it your heart to prey upon;
The sweetest offering that was ever burnt
Since last the Phoenix died.
Hip. If Angelina knew, like me, the pride
Of noble minds, which is to give, not take,
Like me she would be satisfied, her heart
Was well bestowed, and ask for no return.
Amid. Pray, let my heart alone; you'll use it as The gipsies do our money; If they once touch it, they have power upon't.
Enter the Servant, who appeared in the first act with GONSALVO.
Serv. O, my dear lord, Gonsalvo de Peralta!
Rod. De Peralta, said you? You amaze me!
Gons. Why?—Do you know that family in Seville?
Rod. I am myself the elder brother of it.