Lady, I proposed to be
Their bold spokesman here, that you
Might decide betwixt the two
Which you would select (ah, me!)
That I might (oh, misery!)
Ask you of your father: vain
This pretence. No more I'll feign:--
For you see while I am speaking
About them, my heart is seeking
But a vent for its own pain.
[footnote] * The five-lined rhymed stanza here recommences, and
continues to the end of the scene.
JUSTINA. Half in wonder and dismay
At the vile address you make me,
Reason, speech, alike forsake me,
And I know not what to say.
Never in the slightest way
Have your clients had from me
Encouragement for this embassy --
Florus never -- Lelius no:--
Of the scorn that I can show
Let then this a warning be.
CYPRIAN. If I, knowing that you loved
Some one else, would dare to seek
Your regard, my love were weak,
And could justly be reproved.
But here seeing you stand unmoved,
Like a rock mid raging seas,
No extraneous miseries
Make me say I love you now.
'Tis not for my friends I bow,
So your warning hear with ease. --
To Lelius what shall I say?
JUSTINA. That he
Well may trust the boding fears
Of his love of many years.
CYPRIAN. To Florus?
JUSTINA. Not my face to see.
CYPRIAN. And to myself?
JUSTINA. Your love should be
Not so bold.
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