Thou knowest not his offence.
But mark the glowing blood, the guilty flush
Upon Victoria's face, and read it there.
Xim. I know not what you mean.
Vera Victoria, speak,
And clear yourself:—she answers not a word.
Nay, then my fears are true, on both sides guilty.
Vict. 'Tis found, and we are lost. [Aside.
Vera. But what needs more conviction? know you this? [Shewing the Ovid to Alph.
This book, the tutor of incestuous love?