Vict. My dearest brother,
I hate your rival, and I die for you:
All but my spotless honour shall be yours.
Alph. By heaven!—but that word heaven comes
cross my thoughts—
Vict. Beware: for by my own I guess your passion.
You would, I fear—
Alph. Enjoy my heaven one moment—
Vict. And part with it for ever: Think on that.
Alph. That moment were eternity in little: