The Castelvines And Monteses A Tragic Comedy

Author : Lope De Vega
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230455341
Total Pages : 28 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (553 download)

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Download or read book Castelvines Y Monteses; Tragi-Comedia written by Lope De Vega and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 28 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ... ACT III. Scene I.--A Room in Antonio's Palace at Verona. Antonio and Julia discovered. Antonio. HY words would almost tempt a saint To forfeit life. Julia. Take it, 'tis thine--'twas thou who gavest it! Antonio. I say again, it is my wish That thou dost wed the Count. Julia. The Count hath much offended in mine eyes, He did not challenge in the fray, But let Roselo Montes unmolested go his way, Antonio. The Fates protect him 'gainst the darts of death, And darkest danger harms him not. Julia. Holding alone defence of cloak and sword, That day he should have not escaped the Count. Antonio. Loved you Otavio then so much, Thou wilt not wed the Count, because That villain Montes lives. Julia. I did dissemble many days, For my poor heart's sake. But now, Resentment somewhat old, I dare Not suffer shock of Montes' death or hurt. Think it not lightness thus to speak; I am but woman, and of purpose weak. Antonio. Revenge may be as sweet to me As e'er it is to womankind! As Paris' wife, Thy hope more sure, in him our great Defence must ever hold. He, knowing How thy wishes drift, think'st thou No cunning chance he'll find to slay This villain we most hate of all the Montes' kin? My word is pledged--thou'lt be Count Paris' wife? Julia. Oh heavens! father! Antonio. Had I thy wishes known, I had not Call'd the Count, nor written him to press His wedded hopes with thee, Nor in my letters named him son! This have I done, and thus thou'rt pledged To be Count Paris' wife! Julia. Alas! alas! Poor me! Antonio. Thou dost forget a widow'd father's claim. Why weep, and court such red-eyed grief? I'm not thy foe, nor he who kill'd Otavio. Remember, Julia, I have promise made; Castelvin's honour knows no taint nor shade. Julia (apart). Great Heaven, how I...