Ah, Julia, if the measure of thy joy be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more to blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath this neighbor air, and let rich music's tongue unfold the imagine'd happiness that both receive in either by this dear encounter.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth.
But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot even sum up half of my wealth.
Robert tells Julia that if she is happy as he is, and better with words, to tell how happy she imagines she'll be when they get married.
Come, come with me, and we will make short work; for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy Church incorporate two in one.
Julia tells Robert that she can imagine more than she can say. She says that anyone who can count how much he has is poor.
Julia says that her love has made her so rich that she wouldn't even be able to count up half of her wealth.
Francis tells Robert and Julia to come quickly so he can get the marriage done.