Marc. Portius, thou oft enjoy'st the fair one's presence;

Por. Marcus, I beg thee give me not an office,

Marc. Wilt thou behold me sinking in my woes,

Por. Marcus, thou canst not ask what I'd refuse;

Marc. I know thou'lt say my passion's out of season,

Por. What should I do? If I disclose my passion,

[Aside.

Marc. But see, where Lucia, at her wonted hour,

Por. She sees us, and advances——

[Exit.

Lucia

Lucia. Did not I see your brother Marcus here?

Por. Oh, Lucia, language is too faint to show

Lucia. How wilt thou guard thy honour, in the shock

Por. Alas, poor youth! What dost thou think, my Lucia?

Lucia. No, Portius, no; I see thy sister's tears,

Por. What hast thou said? I'm thunderstruck—recall

Lucia. Has not the vow already pass'd my lips?

Por. Fix'd in astonishment, I gaze upon thee,

Lucia. Think, Portius, think thou see'st thy dying brother

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