And you'll be mine?
Helen. I will.
Mod. Your hand upon it.
Helen. Hand and heart.
Hie to thy dressing-room, and I'll to mine -
Attire thee for the altar--so will I.
Whoe'er may claim me, thou'rt the man shall have me.
Away! Despatch! But hark you, ere you go,
Ne'er brag of reading Ovid's Art of Love!
Mod. And cousin! stop--one little word with you!
[She returns, he snatches a kiss--They go out severally.]
SCENE II.--Julia's Chamber.
[Enter JULIA.]
Julia. No word from him, and evening now set in!
He cannot play me false! His messenger
Is dogged--or letter intercepted. I'm
Beset with spies!--No rescue!--No escape! -
The hour at hand that brings my bridegroom home!
No relative to aid me! friend to counsel me.
[A knock at the door.]
Come in.
[Enter two Female Attendants.]
Your will?
First Attendant. Your toilet waits, my lady;
'Tis time you dress.
Julia. 'Tis time I die! [A peal of bells.] What's that?
First Attendant. Your wedding bells, my lady.
Julia. Merrily
They ring my knell!
[Second Attendant presents an open case.
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