But Love and Hymen have been far away.
You forced me from a rival's power, I know;
But then you forced me from a father's too.
Alph. What words are these? I feel my vital heat
Forsake my limbs, my curdled blood retreat.
Too much amazed to speak, in this surprise,
With silent grief, on yours I fix my eyes;
To learn the reasons of your change from thence;
To read your cruel doom, and my offence.
Vict. Your arms, and glorious action, I approve;