Alas! her virtue and the law prevent,
Force cannot be, and she will not consent; 450
But were that brother gone!—A brother? No!
A circumventor!—and the wretch shall go!
Yet not this hand—How shifts about my mind,
Ungovern’d, guideless, drifting in the wind;
And I am all a tempest, whirl’d around
By dreadful thoughts, that fright me and confound!—
I would I saw him on the earth laid low!
I wish the fate, but must not give the blow!”