Alph. Then, when you vowed your love, you falsely swore.
Vict. I love you much, but love my honour more.
Alph. You hate my rival, yet you take the way
To make you his inevitable prey.
Vict. Beasts fear not more to be the hunters' spoil.
Alph. Then, sure, you would not run into the toil.
How ill your actions with your words agree!
Vict. This friend is still at hand to set me free. [Holding up the Dagger.
Alph. Let me not live to see that fatal hour!
Rather return into your father's power;