The page is doubled down, and points thee to thy crime.
I feared, before, from every rolling glance,
How quick they shot upon thy sister's face;
And she received them all, like smoking flax;
Confessed the fire, and answered to the flame.
Vict. I love my brother, and avow that fire!
His love to me has raised his noble thoughts
To brave achievements for your crown and you:
For love's the steel that strikes upon the flint;
Gives coldness heat, exerts the hidden flame,