If with a holy fire thou lov'st thy sister,
Aspiring but to fame, not sinking down
Into the abyss of lust unnatural,
Consent that she may be Don Garcia's wife;
Else give the lie to all thy fair pretences,
And stand exposed a monster of mankind.
Foul as the fiends which fell from heaven's high towers,
Fall thou from empire so; and from my sight
Depart, accursed for ever.
Alph. Gladly I leave you, but shall go more lightly,