Victoria is not formed of steel, but marble,
Which is not made to melt, but flies the fire,
And neither yields nor softens to the flames.
Gain her esteem at least, her love is hopeless.
Gar. Esteem! a scanty, mean reward of passion,
That pays not half the value of the loss!
Cel. Pay scorn with scorn, and make revenge a pleasure;
So generous minds should do, and so should I.
What needs there more?
You see who loves you not, and——