[She snatches the Book, and throws it down, then rises and walks; he rises also.
Vict. Incendiary book, polluted flame,
Dare not to tempt the chaste Victoria's fame!
I love, perhaps, more than a sister should;
And nature prompts, but heaven restrains my blood.
Heaven was unkind, to set so strict a bound.
And love would struggle to forbidden ground.
Oh let us gain a Parthian victory!
Our only way to conquer, is to fly.