And now it was those fiercer passions rose,
Urged by his love to murder his repose;
Shame shook his soul to be deceived so long,
And fierce revenge for such contemptuous wrong;
Jealous he grew, and jealousy supplied 240}
His mind with rage, unsooth’d, unsatisfied; }
And grievous were the pangs of deeply wounded pride. }
His generous soul had not the grief sustain’d,
Had he not thought, “revenge may be obtain’d.”
Camilla grieved, but grief was now too late;