For I loved too, and, knowing not my wound,
A secret pleasure in thy kisses found.
[He offers to kiss her, and she turns her head away.
May we not represent the kiss we read?
Vict. Alphonso, no:—brother, I should have said!
Alphonso reading again.
When half denying, more than half content,
Embraces warmed me to a full consent;
Then, with tumultuous joys my heart did beat,
And guilt, that made them anxious, made them great.