Esteem your honour, and embrace your love.
Alph. My soul recovers, as a gentle shower
Refreshes and revives a drooping flower.
I'm yours so much, so little am my own,
Your smiles are life, and death is in your frown.
Vict. But oh! a hard request is yet behind,
Which, for my sake, endure with equal mind.
Your debt of honour you have cleared this day;
But mine, of duty, still remains to pay;
Restore my liberty, and let me go