From him the mild and filial love was gone,
And a strong passion came in triumph on.
“Will she,” he cried, “this impious love allow?
And, once my mother, be my mistress now?
The parent-spouse? how far the thought from her,
And how can I the daring wish aver? 280
When first I speak it, how will those dear eyes
Gleam with awaken’d horror and surprise;
Will she not, angry and indignant, fly
From my imploring call, and bid me die?