Alph. Not all; for, Linus kept his constancy;
And one, perhaps, who more resembled me.
Vict. That letter would I view; in hope to find
Some features of the fair that rules your mind.
Alph. Read, for the guilty page is doubled down;
The love too soon will make the lover known. [Giving her the Book.
Read, if you dare; and, when the crime you see,
Accuse my cruel fate, but pity me.
Vict. [Aside.] 'Tis what I feared, the unhappy Canace!—
Read you; for, to a brother 'twas designed, [To him.