And sent him by a sister much too kind.
[Alphonso takes the Book, and reads.
Why did thy flames beyond a brother's move?
Why loved I thee with more than sister's love?
[He looks upon her, and she holds down her head. He reads again.
My cheeks no longer did their colour boast;
My food grew loathsome, and my strength I lost;
Still, ere I spoke, a sigh would stop my tongue;
Short were my slumbers, and my nights were long.
I knew not from my love those griefs did grow,