Yet was, alas! the thing I did not know.
[She looks on him, and he holds down his Head.
Forced at the last, my shameful pain I tell.
Vict. No more; we know our mutual love too well.
[Both look up, and meet each other's Eyes.
Alph. Two lines in reading had escaped my sight;
Shall I go back, and do the poet right?
Vict. Already we have read too far, I fear;
But read no more than modesty may bear.
Alphonso reading.